John's Pants

Almost twenty years ago I met someone special, someone I loved very much. This person was one in a billion and somehow I ended up with a pair of his pants.

These cotton sweats kept me warm for years but the fabric is falling apart, it tears so easily. The patches I added held up, they're falling apart in new areas and I can't keep up with the damage.

I'll find a way to add new life into them, even if they're just cleaning rags, they're still useful. I'll always cherish having them in my life.