As I touch a piece of clothing I try my best not to cry,
But every time I look at my wardrobe I’m taken back to a time.
I look on both sides of this small room and don’t know where to begin,
My clothes have memories attached to someone and my patience is wearing thin.
The first shirt hasn’t been worn in awhile, it’s the hardest piece to see,
It’s the loose navy top I wore on the memorable night you met me.
I paired it with skin-tight black jeans and my trustworthy combat boots,
A deathly combination I’d always sworn made me look super cute.
Agreement came in the form of a kiss on that very night,
Hearts thumping like crazy as you held me close under a cliche streetlight.
We kept our bodies near so I liked wearing my soft crimson henley,
You’d fasten me in your arms and caress my ribcage ever so gently.
I fought off my feelings for you because you told me you would not be here long,
When you held me in your sleep I felt you grab at the clothes I kept on.
Holding back my fears was one thing, hoping you wouldn’t string me along,
I took out my skin tight black jeans one night and put those combat boots back on.
I wore my deathly combination of black and paired it with a sheer sweater,
The bar was buzzing but I was only looking forward to our night together.
We drank beer and watched hockey before walking hand in hand back to your place,
And fell asleep watching tv on the couch; when we awoke I saw it on your face.
Rain drizzled from the dark sky as we walked across the parking lot that morning,
You shielded me with your neon work vest which made you quite adorning.
Rain turned to sunshine and I was able to flaunt more of my silky soft skin,
But this time around felt different and I craved your hands spelling out sin.
The hot weather made me throw on a pair of cutoff shorts and show up at your loft,
Falling off one shoulder was the forest green top I could so easily slip off.
Nights like these were simple and picking out my clothes became a piece of cake,
But the impending date of your departure was upon us and my body began to ache.
The same body that wore black trousers and a blouse with tiny white polka dots.
My work attire showed a new side of me and you were there to help drop me off.
We shared two waffles the morning you drove me to school in your truck,
We talked about the ins and outs of work and how you weren’t able to pick me up.
Darkened streets yet I felt safe as you drove us and I listened to your every word,
You stopped in the parking lot and kissed me goodbye with a sweet and subtle smirk.
Something about your gritty smile made that damn smirk the part of you I liked best.
Now I know it was just a joke because you gave it to me the morning before you left.
This time I was the one to give you the kiss goodbye as I crawled onto your mattress,
I was wearing a soft pink thermal when I was left to wonder the state of our status.
I guess now I can say I am pretty lucky that it is no longer warm outside,
So I put away those cutoff shorts that you would so easily slide down my thighs.
Those black jeans have seen better days and I’m tired of the wear and tear.
The black combat boots started to rip so I decided it was time to get a new pair.
But nothing can replace the feelings that my wardrobe still holds dear.
I just wish you’d left me with something that made sense, something more clear.
My fingers brush the hanging clothes and the damp corners of my eyes,
As I continue to look around this closet it is hard to put my feelings aside.