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Always My Favorite Jeans

Always My Favorite Jeans  I tucked your heart into my pocket for hushed safe keeping, to carry with me every time I wear these jeans.   And when the day comes that these jeans are folded in a drawer, when I’m ready to brave the day with a different look, collecting the beats of someone else's heart in the back pocket of new jeans, I promise I’ll still carry you with me.  Maybe not in my pocket, so accessible. But in the nostalgia of all the times I danced  in those jeans, in all the rips and stains of forever love.

Sometimes I write sappy poems. This is one of them. I loved every single second of milking every line for all the cheese I could muster. I wish you all the merriest of Monday nights.

Sleep well, my friends.

–Leanne Rebecca