Jeans: A Poem
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I wish we could have stayed together,
But we slowly stretched apart,
Like reluctant seams separating,
That were fated from the start.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I thought I'd lost you forever,
But you still live on in my head,
Like a stain on all my thoughts,
You're still hanging by a thread.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was only 17.
Poetry Reading
Comments
f on September 05, 2018:
Effective repetition of the first stanza! And there's something very immediate and stylish about carefully ripped jeans, isn't there?
Erin Bower (author) from Georgia on February 02, 2017:
vocalcoach: Thank you! I think most of us have felt this way at one time or another. Thanks for sharing!
Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on February 01, 2017:
You have put into words an experience we've all had at one time or the other. Wonderfully done! Sharing.
Erin Bower (author) from Georgia on January 31, 2017:
NateB11: Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words. :)
Nathan Bernardo from California, United States of America on January 31, 2017:
This is a poem of beautiful simplicity with metaphor that captures heartache and longing, words that bring out the character and quality of heart-rending love that remains when the person loved is gone.
