Indescribable stories are held within clothing
in time stains and new smells cover each other up
paint, detergent, calogne
covering that history up
but it doesn't leave the person who wears it.
Sleeves that wiped tears away and
buttons that shield us from the wisps of cold so familiar its sickening.
It is all familiar isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
A recollection of it all
PoetryCollection of written poems by me in the process of moving forward and warning others.