I only have one piece of clothing that’s kissed two different people.  A cute little blue top that hangs off the corners of my shoulders. Simple yet flattering.  

508 days ago it danced with him… & he danced with it, playfully pulling it off balance, slipping one shoulder down to reveal just a little too much.  In front of his family I thought it best to ask him to stop.  but he did not stop.

112 days ago my top and I met her…. & we danced.  A little older, a little too loved by the washing machine, the blue top clung less confidently to my shoulders, constantly slipping down as I embraced the music.  Every time she pulled my top back onto my shoulders, “J, don’t worry.  I want to look after your dignity.”

I think that speaks for itself.