The Old Clothes.

I put on the old clothes today...

I hadn’t thought to check for any lingering emotions before putting them on.

What a surprise it was when I slipped the shoes on and felt every step we took together.

In the pocket of my jeans I found our favorite places; they’d been through the wash, and were a little worse for wear. Bricks in the cupboard, water as windows. Still recognizable, just...confused.

I buttoned up my once-favorite shirt to find joy folded up in the breast pocket. Faded, creased, torn in a few places. But hey, what would joy be if we had not worn it well?

The jacket was the last piece I put on. Dark as the day we departed; but something was different this time. The pain was gone. The frustration, the rage, the smoke...gone. I guess it got bored. Perhaps all it needed was some time. Maybe that’s what we needed, too.

Couldn’t wear the hat anymore, though. That’s what happens when you grow up. You change your mind.

I wore the old clothes today...but today they felt new.