The Sadness of Outgrowing a Favorite Shirt
By Saywisely
1 min read
Nov 20, 2024
The threads are soft, the colors fade,
A hundred memories were made,
Within this worn and fragile seam,
A faded, adolescent dream.
But now the fit is wrong and tight,
A ghost of who I was, held to the light.
And letting go, feels like a tear,
In the fabric of a finished year.
A hundred memories were made,
Within this worn and fragile seam,
A faded, adolescent dream.
But now the fit is wrong and tight,
A ghost of who I was, held to the light.
And letting go, feels like a tear,
In the fabric of a finished year.