I Gave a Shirt to Oxfam

I gave a shirt to Oxfam;
It was peach with blue polka dots
But had started to cut under the arms
Due to a newfound penchant
For toasted cheese sandwiches.

I saw it in the shop window one day,
But the next day it was gone.
I never saw how much it went for,
Or who idly touched it while browsing,
Let alone who bought it.

It might have gone somewhere exciting
Or to the road next to mine,
I might see a girl wearing it
If I do, I might tell her.
But I might not. She might think I'm weird.
I just hope the shirt
Hasn't been talking about me.