my favourite
years later i found it in a forgotten bag at a friend's house
but the shirt was different, something was wrong
the shirt was the same but now the wrinkles and holes and faded marks
once loved or unnoticed
grew ugly
how much time apart is too much?
how many clock-rotations to defeat love?
in the same bag is a picture of Steph and me, both in pairs of my pajamas
we were in love once
she the sky over the land of my life
and nights brought beautiful bedsheet horizons
and now, now the present stains the past
there is no spot for her in my wardrobe
love and time, once a designer's dream, now clash
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