In a rush to get dressed I searched for my best
by intimatesound
· 12/02/2026
Published 12/02/2026 17:54
In a rush to get dressed, I searched for my best,
the shirt that held memories, the fabric was blessed.
But a button gave out, slipped right from its place,
like the time I felt love, then vanished without trace.
I fumbled with threads, fabric frayed at the edge,
thoughts of a date and a broken pledge.
It’s funny how life, like garments, can tear,
as I stand here alone, in the cool morning air.