This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Utica chapter.
It once was yours
and now it’s not.
You left it here
And soon will be forgot
My mom doesn’t know
My cousin doesn’t understand
You left it for me
And I’ll keep it at hand.
You wore it all the time
You never took it off.
Now that you’re gone
It’s just as annoying and soft
They don’t understand what it means to me
They just look at it as a piece of nothing
It’s yours and I know that
And for that, it will always be something.