no haikus ever

i was thirteen when my grandfather died
but i think he would have been a good guy to know during my teen years
when i was, admittedly, pretty stupid
i quasi-inherited three plaid button-ups from him
two predominantely red, the other dark greens
forest green has been my favourite colour for as long as i can remember

the first red shirt, made up of thick, blocky lines
was thrown out during a post-teenage culling of clothes
i had a lot of useless clothes
and the fact that i incessently used those iron on t-shirt things
to make awful shirts
did not help

the second shirt, the earthy green one
started losing buttons, like an alzheimer's case losing focus and memory
it simply could not keep track of them
and the shirt itself, likely around age fifty
was not in the greatest of shapes to begin with
and so out it went

the third shirt, red, white, black, thin lines
is still with me to this day
but its collar has become frayed on the right side
like it's the two-face of collars
and there are tiny holes in the back of it
near the bottom