your braids like a pattern
  love you to the moon and to saturn
   passed down like folk songs
     the love lasts so long

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

Folklore (2020). Taylor Swift
Stars drawn around scars. A cardigan that still bears the scent of loss 20 years later. Battleships sinking into the ocean, down, down, down. The tree swing in the woods of my childhood. Hushed tones of “let’s run away” and never doing it. The sun drenched month of August, sipped away like a bottle of wine. A mirrored disco ball hovering above a dance floor. A whiskey bottle beckoning. Hands held through plastic. A single thread that, for better or for worse, ties you to fate.

The Man by Taylor Swift ® 2020