Shirts

Staring into the mirror, trying on his dead friend's shirts, he would keep what fit, the rest destined for another’s closet. He wanted them all.  They had similar builds, but the cut was often too tight in the shoulders, or they were not long enough.  He was sad leaving some behind.  Memories abandoned.  Each shirt recalls an occasion when his friend wore it.  He smiles and looks at the pile of shirts.  Whether they fit is irrelevant.  He decides to take them all to keep his friend near, whispering to him from the closet about those distant memories they shared.