RIP Nike Running Shirt

I barely knew you.  I saw you hanging on the men's "active tops" rack at Ross Dress for Less and I knew that we were were meant to be together.  You were light weight, you were 100% polyester, and I knew that you wouldn't chafe me like a cotton shirt.   We had several great runs together.  Then I wore you to the Full Moon 5k last night naturally assuming that we would be going home together.  How wrong I was.  I'm sorry that I took you off and put on the dry t-shirt.  I was just so sweaty!  It was getting a little cold since the sun had gone down.  I hope you believe me when I say I was thinking about you when I slid the warm, dry cotton over my head.  I had you firmly in my grasp the entire time I tried to find my group, but somewhere in the midst of all of those people at this race I slung you over my shoulder like a dish rag.  You're just so lightweight!  What I loved about you was what ended up undoing us.  I didn't feel you slip off of my shoulder and onto the unforgiving ground.  I try not to think about the throngs trampling over you, confused and alone, in the cold night.  But those thoughts are only natural.  And they're so pervasive.  I try to think that maybe someone who needed you stumbled across you and, assuming they weren't completely grossed out by the fact that you were covered in man sweat, took you home and can give you the love and attention that I was never able to.  We had some good times together didn't we?  I just look forward to the day that I can laugh again.  

I love you Nike Running Shirt.