A recollection of it all

The recollection

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?