Sat, 01/23/2016 - 16:32 -- HaGrWa

When packing, they're in first;

when washing, they're off last.

As I begin this new chapter,

new setting,

new characters,

new scene,

(same costumes), 

they'll be with me every step,

every wave hello

every run and test and goodnight rest

on my way. 

I would not leave without them

I blush just to think of it.

Even when they don't quite fit 

I pull stretch buckle them 

into submission,

into comfort or style,

Some I've had for quite a while.

Handed down, passed around

torn and mended like my heart

that sits on the sleeve,

baring its scars; not collected in jars.

So as I head off to college next fall, 

(my head won't be bare 

my jeans still won't flare)

 I'll bring them all along.



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