That it hangs in your closet
Behind your high school sweater
Next to that Christmas sweatshirt
Along with all the forgotten tshirts
Old ripped up jeans, band shirts
And skirts you dare not to get rid of
But maybe you already gave it away
Without thinking about it twice
Not remembering how it ended
In your closet to begin with
Behind your school jumper
And next to that old sweatshirt
You got for christmas
Or perhaps, you purposely got rid of it
Because it made you think about me
About what we once had
Lived and shared
That every time you saw it
It made you regret leaving
I like to think you still have it