Letting Go

Memories trapped inside, drifting further away,
Becoming distant, faded.
Messy names scattered around haphazardly,
Beg me to relive old and fuzzy moments.
I see the faces of all my old friends
By running my finger over the smudged marks.
Behind the disgusting stained fabric,
Holds deep feelings and emotions.
It bargains with me, trying to strike a deal,
So it can be taken back. It pleads to be put into action once more,
Just to have some extra fun.
Now I wear a new shirt.
But still every night my two shirts meet,
They have conversations about how I am doing.
As I approach high school they begin to worry,
They fear the days when I will be on my own.
But they eventually come to accept it,
And succumb to the harsh truth.