Sweatshirt

Sitting in a clump in the back of the closet,
curled up and crumpled in a ball,
sat that sweatshirt, that piece of you.

I threw that sweatshirt out the door,
the day I found you didn't care anymore,
when I no longer felt safe inside its folds.

Getting that ball of blue out of my life,
was the best decision I could ever make,
when the cascade of fabric no longer fell to my knees.

So many things that I wished had happened,
So many emotions I wish were told,
but they weren't; they bundled in the sweatshirt,
hidden in your masked fragrance. 

I no longer miss that sweatshirt,
I'm done pretending like it hurt,
it needed to happen
and now I know why.

I just needed to say one final
Goodbye.