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Secondhand

The day that I became

Secondhand

was not the day

I realized it

I think

I had been in your good will

half way pile

For a while.

The one you keep in your laundary room

You pick me up on cold days

Wear me like a saftey blanket

To kiss your skin

In the way nothing else could

But you throw me back in

Every

Single

Time.

When you get something new,

or when you think you should

move forward

You don't treat me quite the same

As your favorite blue hoodie,

forgetting that at one point

I was the first thought you had

when you were

scared

or

sad

or everything in between

And the day finally comes

You take the paper bag of

not good enough clothes

to give away

to help them find

another home

but as you hand the bag over

and sit in your

2009 toyota camery

I am still

in the

passenger seat.

There are some things

you can never quite

let go of.

because

those things

are meant

to stay.

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