Thursday, February 16, 2012

Poetical Musings in the Continual Aftermath of Clarity

I found an old picture of you in your favorite shirt

And I realized, I really miss that shirt...

Not because it was your favorite
or because it reminds me of you

but because I always thought it would look better on me.

And it occurs to me now,
Maybe that's the only reason I kept thinking it was love.

I hope your shirt fits awkwardly

and forever reminds you of the girl who walked away.

:)

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