Old clothes

Old clothes.

Yesterday I tried them on My old clothes

It's been awhile now.

I sucked in air through them- nostalgic.

I remember them, they used to fit.

I wouldn't discard them

They contained my old days

And I treasure events,

Especially the now vintage ones.

As I scampered through the bag of bygones I recognized my once favorite ones

I sniffed at them

I only wanted to see and sniff

To draw the cologne of what I used to be sniffed again. And yet again.

Later I was before the mirror that reflects tomorrow

And what did I see?

A reflection of that which I have long forgotten
taking form again

Any cloth you haven't worn for more than 3 months is not yours anymore...give it out.