September 23, 1998

I remember the day
our friendship began
And I remember the day
we both bought that shirt together 
The one with the different stripes
of different shades of blue
They represented 
the different shades of us
Back when we were so close
we bought that shirt to share
And we did
One week you had the advantage
to wear the awesome shirt
Next it was my turn 
to feel its soft, friendly warmth
It helped keep that
tough bond we had
But one week you took the shirt
and didn't give me my turn
I guess I sorta let you
but what choice did I have
It didn't quite fit anyway
the situations matched
But we didn't seem to
maybe we shouldn't have bought the shirt
I haven't seen the shirt
for a long long time
So tell me, are the sleeves torn?
are the bottoms frayed and tattered?
...like worn out things do?
You've bought other clothes
since you took the blue striped one
away with you
So I guess I won't be 
the one to cry on the sleeves
Or the one you hug while
you're wearing it
I guess it has run it's course
in your life
like me
You have other people 
to share
Purple shirts, green shirts, and
those blue shirts with
I hope they fit you better
than my shirt and I did...



~Peggy~