Hasty describes one of those moments



For decades

The fabric of our lives

Rubbed shoulders

Seam to seam

Surrounded by his stuff

For more than half of my life

He liked his slacks creased

And his jeans on hangers

He only used puffy hangers

To avoid pointy shoulders

No long sleeves

No sweaters

And tonight

I walked into the closet

Half empty

His side gone

No more puffy hangers

No more creased slacks

Just a bare bar

Waiting to make new

Polyester memories

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