Dear jeans

Between your holes are met goals
Through your wear my soul is bared
I am scared.
For soon
I must lose you
Dispose of your memories "
Treasure me"
You whisper
And I wish I could.
You have faded shades from blue to grey
And where once explorer was what you read
Is now a hole, since exploration's dead
Tight becomes the fit
But still I shall not quit
For you
You remain my favourite pair
My sweet blue jeans
With tender care
-Liv