It’s not often
that I have guests over
that stop being one.
I have reminders left in the house
snoozing every ten minutes.
I take a peek out of my phone screen.
Faded clothes, leftover poha,
a half-finished coke bottle.
And there’s my jaded purple sweater
that you wore for two days straight.
I’m wearing that right now, feels as if
I’m draped in a blanket made of you.
My old sweater, my friend,
feels brand new.
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