When it doesn’t fit anymore I hold on
for old times sake, to make meaning when maybe the season for meaning
When it doesn’t fit anymore I sit still
for a while, and feel
my heart curl in upon itself with the old sorrow. It can feel
so new. When it doesn’t fit any…
for old times sake
For all those times I tried to make it fit.
For all those times I knew
It was supposed to fit.
When it doesn’t fit anymore I weep maybe
to shrink it more, the size of it.
How can something so large have never fit?
How can something that never fit
have so many layers to shed?