The Jacket

I put the jacket on today.
You know, the one I wore the last time we hung out.
I've washed it multiple times since then, yet it still smells like you.
I wonder if your shirt still smells like me.
Of course I will never ask.
You probably don't even remember which shirt it was.
I wonder if you even remember that day because I do.
I remember how every time you asked me something or I said something,
you always made sure that you were looking me in the eyes.
You made it seem like every thing I said was important;
you made me feel important.
Yet a few days later you were with her,
most likely doing the exact same thing.