Faded

FADED I was visible once but now one of the forgotten ones. I faded away slowly imperceptibly, like the once vibrant colour of blue jeans. My edges frayed as I walked along the road of fleeting popularity. I felt my fabric thinning until I became comfortable. It made me kinda cool in a way. I was paired with shirts and sweaters until a time later other clothes seemed better. My holes became too noticeable, instead of somewhat perceptible. The day came when I was just a bit out of style. So you washed and folded me carefully put me on a shelf. After all, I was a favourite. No one wants to throw a favourite away. Right there in the closet I stayed, next to all the pretty new things. I waited craving the day you might wear me again. But somehow, things just are what they are. Faded old blue jeans inexplicably disappear. If you ever do find them you smile and remember how they made you feel. Sadly though, when you try them on, they just don't fit anymore.