rebmasters

Patch

You gave me your jeans to patch up some holes,

but they were too worn; I couldn't fix them.

Even the patch you gave me fell apart;

you had worn them to threads, you loved them so.

I kept a tiny patch of the denim;

it smelled of you and it'd touched your skin.

I never told you, but I wore the jeans.

They were here, they filled in in your absence.

If only I could patch them up like new;

in your grace, you would let me stay in you.

Comments3

  • L. B. Mek

    such poignantly relatable words of yearning
    insightfully inked with unflinching humility,
    a great read

    • rebmasters

      Ah thank you friend

    • Doggerel Dave

      Go on - the jeans I observe (not wear) have been holed and worn through long before they reach their first owner...
      All that aside, the underlying sentiment is clear and it is easy to empathise with the attachment you have to an otherwise insignificant piece of material.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very emotive write, there are strange things that we have in life that can bring us such loving memories.

      Andy



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