I guess- I guess? How should I start this.
I guess that we outgrew each other like old cardigans
or something like that. Because when I tried you back on
you were tight and uncomfortable and
the buttons were bulging.
Did I put some weight on, or
where you just a bad fit in the first place?
I guess you can say it's my fault-right?
I mean, it was summer and it was
way too hot to wear long-sleeves,
so I threw you in the back of my closet
to lay next to all the rest of my
skeletons, my memories. I guess
I just forgot about you.
So here I am trying to squeeze into something
that is so far-gone that it's laughable.
I mean, here's this guy trying to fit
into a sweater far too small for him,
his struggling is ridiculous.
Screw styles and trends, and
all of the other things in life that propel
me from inertia because
You reek of mothballs and neglect.
I really miss you.