Your Favorite Clothes

Your favorite pair of sweatpants were hidden at the bottom of my dresser.  Your favorite shirt was thrown in the back of the closet.  I didn't touch them.  Then never moved.  The clothes you found attractive on my small figure had found a dark hiding place.  We were similar in this manner.  The slithered back into the shadows where they found comfort.  I threw those clothes away recently.  They found their new home in the bottom of a trash bag that took away my old life.  I felt bad giving someone else those clothes.  'Here, take his favorite clothes.  He loved the way I looked in them.'  I gave those clothes away so you would recognize me.  I gave those clothes away because I don't look like that anymore.