Raiment

Not just the fabric

the fashion, the shape

the cloak I leave behind

a reminder of me

continuing to live

long after I have ceased

Some full-sleeved

trying to conceal

what I had up them

when I put more than

my arms in

Some plain, unassuming

not giving away

what I was up to

when up to nothing

Some faded in colour

over years of hanging out

in stifled surroundings

Hues of the tumult

I didn't betray

still holding on tight

Some just comfortable to a fault

accommodating by design

leaving me to oft forget

I was even wearing them

as an escape from life

The burr of a being

The most most could see of me,

Very me yet not me

by measures any

My wardrobe is full

of stories and lives

that'd outlive me