Denim Sundays

You are now to me
An old pair of jeans
I'd wear you if I could.
But you no longer fit.
And I'm glad that we split
Because old jeans look sunday on me.

If I found you today
In a an accidental way
I'd buy you and put you in a drawer.
I'd glance now and then
And admire your size ten
A size that I won't be any time soon.

You're old jeans to me
Sunday denim I see
On lovers that linger in view.
One day we'll be friends
And I'll confidently pretend
That one size fits all and fits me.