Forgiveness takes a piece of me every time - like lint on the dryer - pieces of me worn loose in the wash. Gathered - hot and grey behind the mesh insert in this big, hot machine..
Trapped.
Then discarded.
Eventually there will be nothing left of me...
nothing left of use, anyway...
and I'll have nothing left to give anyone - no comfort to provide - no protection from the sun which looks to burn the naked shoulders of those without .... a tee shirt.
Like a hand me down..
used and discarded and given away - given away until there is nothing left to give away...
Like that favorite vintage tee - you're now too embarrassed to wear in public.
Stains in the armpits and holes in the seams - long lost remnants of the comfort this shirt used to provide and the fun you had in it - evidence of the shirt being
used.
And now
it is rolled up shoved in the back corner of the bottom drawer of your bureau..
with the socks you only wear on the coldest of winter nights...
shoved back behind the useless articles of clothing that get pulled out for random occasions that require suspenders or polka dot tights.. things that are
uncomfortable,
unwanted,
but a formal obligation...
Forgotten.
Further damaged by the moths nesting in the back of the drawer.
That shirt got you through the best times of your life. You were wearing it when you fell in love. When your children were born.
When you met...
her...
But when you met her.. the shirt was no longer good enough..
Not worthy of being seen by her
Too stained and ugly to wear around her but still too significant to throw out.
So there it sits.
Unworn. Untouched. Unloved.
In the purgatory of things that once were..
loved.
And so...
You bought a new shirt.
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