my friend ended it
ripped up their life
like a rejected contract
and their clothes, thriftily
were hung up
on facebook
i inherited a pair of red shorts
and I wore them every week
gave them a new life
the static fibres bristling on my skin
i walked, ran and trained in them
i loved them
but the threads still frayed
coz that's how it goes
all the things that hold us together
that connect us
wear thin
it can happen
as sudden tragic tear
or the slow fading into distant obscurity
but we all eventually wear
i naively think
i've come to terms
with entropy's arrow
and my own decomposition
because
what else are we supposed to do?
