I don't hold on to the clothes of the past.
Of hoodies and sweaters of the people I don't see anymore
I took some of my cousin's old clothes when she moved out of my Aunt and Uncle's place
I think one was an old boyfriend's hoodie, lacklustre in colour, faded and worn, miles too big for her and gone bobbly in the way well-loved clothes do
I understand why it didn't leave home with her.
So please take your hoodie back
Because I don't want to hold onto the past
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Fleece
PoetryA Poetry Collection I have been experiementing with poetry the last year! The first few pieces are my earlier work, and it does get better the more recent the chapter. Enjoy!
