Charity Shops .

Relationships end up in charity shops like that
leather bomber jacket . You remember the day you bought it oversized for the freedom of movement and an extra layer for the winter .Practicality meeting stream lined high end fashion with every stitch one of love and art and looking god dam smart . It’s yelling to been seen it’s black and it fits just right as it slides over your back to meet your old vintage Levi jeans it’s nice to meet you .

You didn’t actually say that the day she said yes to coffee and a cake . You can’t believe your luck she isn’t like any other you have met she is a lady with curves attenuated by the Hubert de Givenchy black dress that is a fake bought from Jigsaw in the sale but it works well with her second hand pearls that sit at the nape of her neck.Her finishing touches are her perfume wafting as she walks leaving her behind in radiant citrus top notes soaring with aldehydes, followed by a floral whirlwind of jasmine rose and ylang - ylang and then the knock out blow of the dynamic liveliness of vetiver and cedar .She is sophisticated polished but she is also chucklesome and fascinating . She is like an envelope you have to open up to read the script on the inside . Where ever she goes people look twice and you three . This time you are one hundred percent all in as you admire her porcelain skin and her raven hair wrestling in a high bun which makes you smile as some curls blow freely in the wind as she takes you by the hand and your heat rate soars .

You remember it all that day but in time the shine wore off and you forgot the finer details .You know honesty, trust, respect and open communication it takes effort and an avid commitment and a good dose of compromise. You know deep down you were not always right but neither was she so love became more of a battlefield. How you hate those words I am sorry they make you want to choke . And here you are back at the charity shop with you jacket and jeans in a heap of regret and to many memories. Yes they take you back to a day when they fitted like a glove but now they feel more straight jacket with no room for accommodating how you feel now . Boxed in by carelessness every thing has a care label stitched in somewhere. You though didn’t think to look let alone abide by and here you are . Once again making a charitable donation hoping that this will be your last as you catch a glance at a black dress hanging off a hanger when a familiar scent that tugs at your heart . The charity shop full of clothes wrapped in memories but minus the people.