To my “lacy”
Yesterday,
In middle of a breakdown
I saw a text from a friend who wasn’t so friendly anymore
She asked me to give her tshirt back
The one I had stolen from her with a smile
And it striked me,
That I didn’t even remember where it was
Because
We were so close when she gave me her clothes
I thought she’d never want it back
But I get up and try to search
For that loose fitted tshirt that has seen all my worst days with her
and a few because of her
I looked everywhere
In the cupboard? In the dresser?
In my closet?
Done done done
I couldn’t find it anywhere
Just like I couldn’t find the reason for this distance between us
But I kept looking
It’s only when I stood in front of the mirror
I saw how I wore that tshirt like it was mine
And laughed at how I thought she’d be my best friend till the end of time.
Anyways
I’ll return the tshirt,
Silently
And never tell her
That I wrote this
For her
By: Ekansha Malkoti
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