Wearing Thin

She doesn’t make time for words the way I do;
I would be like her fancy clothes and jewelry:
fun to dress up in when new, and perhaps revisited infrequently,
with mild amusement.

Maybe I’d treat her like an outfit, too;
but I tend to keep my clothes longer than other people I know,
and wear them more often.
I rarely buy new clothes; maybe it’s a sort of loyalty
or maybe I’m just cheap.

Maybe I’d really know how to be in love
if I learned how to sew.

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