time knows how
to keep them all
without creases
in an old cabinet
there is a season
for reminiscing
and you go back
to old places and
some faces
your sighs take you
back there
your trembling hands
once again shall
open the window of
the house
you take one of those
and hold them against
your chest and close
your eyes to kiss it
you face the mirror
and try fitting it again
you're too big for it now
and if you force fitting it
the buttons will snap
the cloth will be torn
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