your tag

I found a hat the other day

Not one that was stiff and ordinary with conformity

But one that rejected symmetry with the remnants of wear

One saturated  with the stench of uniqueness

With scuffs and stains and picked loose threads

Much like the scuffs and stains and picked loose threads of mine

But similarities only accentuate the differences

And so the decayed hat intrigued me

The deterioration exuded a history I endeavored to devour

And so I followed the tag to you

And that hat I found the other day

The hat that was just a fraction of your closet

Became a fraction of all I love about you