New Jeans

You put on some band T-Shirt over a tank top.
I woke up with puffy eyes and regrets.
You slide new jeans past your old scars-
I grab a mask to cover mine,
You listen to rock in the car.
I laugh my fears away.
You live on without me,
I listen to him talk about you.

You got dressed before I mustered the courage to open my eyes.
I’m not a crier, but you–
You slide on new jeans,
I put on my mask-
And you can’t find the time to listen.
I can’t forget you, but now I can smile.
I smile as he talks about your old tattered jeans.


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