Sharing A Wardrobe

Some days
You would scrumple me up
Like a lone sock
In the bottom of the drawer

Mornings
Where you folded me
Like a crisp clean shirt
Its creases all ironed out

Afternoons
Bundled out of the cupboard
I am last winter’s cosy jumper
To soften your skin

Evenings
I just became something
To slip onto your wrist
So that you would sparkle

Nights
Where I was barely
A thin sheet to be thrown back
Discarded at your pleasure

But nowadays
I reach into my wardrobe
And I pull out a bit of myself
You never looked to see was there

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