…d, Sir Gutbloom…I do have this shirt, belonging to the man who broke my spirit and crushed my soul. I have not had the strength to throw it out (he really loved this shirt), but I can’t bear to look at it either. If you want it, let me know. I am looking for a good home for Jefe’s shirt (yes, his name was Jeff)…
I could be wrong (I usually am, on this sort of thing), but isn’t the traditional end for an ex-lover’s shirt to stage a major bonfire (sized appropriately for the venue; for example, in our back yard one of those disposable BBQ grills with the charcoal already imbedded would qualify as a “bonfire”) and throw in mementos from the relationship (birthday cards, photos, the dried floral corsage from your first dance, the chopsticks from your first date) one by one, culminating in The Shirt (or The Shoes or The Guitar or The Corvette, depending)?
All recorded, of course. Nowadays I understand there’s a Youtube channel just for that sort of thing.