My faded blue jeans...
Once a perfect fit; now too tight, im unable to breathe.
Evoking memories of the past, they stand for life itself, and touched every part of mine,
They were once rich colored, now the colours are long faded...
rusting, lying at the back of my cupboard,...
they lie there, quiet and unused,collecting dust..
Someday i may bring threm out again, look at the faded colour and smile,
Will they be of use to me?
or will they be put back into that dark corner once again?
i await for the answer my love.
In you i found comfort, i found beauty, i found imperfect perfection...
can that ever be revived?
Your faded colour holds more value than the bright new, inexperienced ones,
maybe someday, they too shall lie there with you.
But you my faded jeans....you shall remain with me forever, faded and used,
you shall always remain my first true love.
you shall shall always be the fresh green grass,
and you shall always make me smile; bittersweet.
for me, you shall always be mine-
you found me amongst the haggling buyers,
did they enchant you more than i? do you regret being mine?
Day after day, it was you, just you,
no matter how many other came in, i always sought you amongst the heaped piles.
special moments we spent together, you and i.
Beautiful, unadulterated by selfishness.
will ever that moment come, when i pull you out of that corner?
forgotten yet unforgotten.
and smile as i reminisce and once again feel...
your touch against my skin; snug and secure.just like the old days...
and as i smile and walk with you, will your old stitches hold?
Will your fabric deceive me, and rip as i try to stretch, to move?
will you numb be, and cause me the hurt i felt long ago,
when you tightened your grasp around my veins, smothering my breaths....
or will you regain the ancient comfort, and be my faithful companion?
I await my beloved, for your answer. I await.
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