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Castoff
Castoff
I had a dress of yellow
With a sash that tied in back.
It billowed when I stepped along,
Belinda took it back!
Her Mother gave to Momma,
And my Momma gave it me,
But the castoff was Belinda's
And recognized did she.
I had a love so precious,
That he took my breath away.
I thought of him in night time,
On through the whole of day.
His exwife threw him over
And divorced him through the court,
Accustomed to those cast-offs,
I'm a pretty fair, good sport.
I tell myself I don't care,
When he mentions things they did.
He speaks so fondly of her
I feel Pandora's lid,
I've opened with my own hands,
And let out all the pain.
Should belonging feel so empty?
Should I try so hard I strain?
I wish I could feel better
Than the tension I perceive.
I wish I'd find one single thing
That's MINE and wouldn't leave.
But I just get the castoffs.
I've had them all my life.
Still, I don't want to BE one...
My husband's castoff wife.
This made me feel a little ache for you... but I grew up with castoffs too, so I know it doesn't bother you so much that you're crying, but I still feel for you... I really love the picture you posted with this~