Have you wondered why you want me every time you need someone or someone needs you? Do you feel my embrace when you run round the third block as the sun sets somewhere in the horizon or my loving touch when the night falls along with your broken dreams and all you want to do is cry till it hurts no more? Have you fished for me frantically in old suitcases and coffee mugs, in cardboard boxes and memory cages because I am all that remains of a time that is forgetting you but you can’t bear to forget?
I am the one who has been there when you’ve sunken deep in your miseries while looking for sense that ceases to exist and I am the one who has hung onto you when you’ve touched the stars on moonlit nights as the skylarks rushed home. I am the one who walks with you through thick, thin and whatever is in the middle, when the roads diverge and take you to places from where there is no turning back. I cling onto you as you cross countless bridges and burn countless others and your soul is torn between what is and what could’ve been.
I was there when you held her hand that spring morning and you knew how love felt like and I was there in Winter when she went away like the warmth and all you could do was sit in your corner waiting for the walls to consume you. I have always been there and I will always be there, not because you chose me but because with you, I’ve found home.
I am your Denim. The one that guides you home, every night.
Sayan