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wearing the white shirt you lent for my Mondays,
then my Tuesdays,
then my Wednesdays,
I remembered everything:
the things you told me,
the lessons you taught me,
the rains you brought me,
the musicals you had me.

there was nothing but sadness and hopelessness
as I drifted away from you.
I had always loved you,
but soon enough, I left you.

the days we shared,
the early mornings and held-back tears and gloomy skies,
held me tight as if your hands are the sleeves of this shirt.
the nights we shared,
the late dismissals and let-out laughter and starry skies,
held me tight as if your hands are the sleeves of this shirt.

and I couldn't help but wish
I never said
something else was. . . .
I couldn't help but wish
I never wanted
something else I labeled as. . .
"so much better."

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