Your notes have been tucked away into a dark place, your pictures are hidden so I may never see them.
But I still wear your hat.
Your memories are damaging, the thought of you causes so much torment.
But I still wear your hat.
The black has faded to soft grey, the inner rim still discolored from your sweat.
The fabric is frayed on the bill, and the squatchee is worn to metal.
But I still wear your hat.
I pry it off every night, toss into the back seat, and drive to a place where I can forget you.
I beg to forget you... I need to throw out that damn hat...