fabric
It lingers in that drawer.
Creeping up on me like an early morning when you just can't sleep.
A little piece of you, fragmented into cheap cotton fabric that I'm sure my tears have stained more than once.
A piece of clothing that is so thin, yet held me together with the strength I miss from your embrace.
It brought me comfort to know I still had a piece of you, even though you're long gone.
I can't do it anymore.
I'm choosing myself.
Your sweater is now in the donate pile.
Maybe it'll give someone the comfort you were so stingy to give to me.
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