Marcel Winatschek

The T-Shirt with Your Picture on It

These are the streets we walked, the memories I keep leaning on. Images I’ve saved. Girls I should’ve left alone—I’d have been better off, and I knew it even then. A t-shirt I’ve carried for years with your picture on the front, and the stubborn pride of still wearing it, of sharing it with anyone who needs to know. You were such a snob. You were such a super girl. Those whom the gods love grow young.