A Love Letter To My Shoes. From My Pants.

I have this theory that you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of pants they wear.
While this isn't entirely accurate I have just been thinking about it all week, and so here you go, an insight to pants.

Dear Lefty,

I feel the beginning of your fabric brush the end of me,
and I can't help it,
a shiver runs down my seam.

Your laces have the most beautiful curves,
but I can't stop thinking about how amazing it would be if they came undone,
so that every time our wearer walked you might flip up and skim across the outside of me.

The scattered bits of conversation between the touches,
You tell me you are self conscious because she leads with her right foot.
And how she puts the right shoe on first,
But baby, I don't mind.
I don't care about starting trends, or being a hipster,
I just want to fall off the shelf where I am kept and lay on the floor right next to you.

I can't and won't tell you how jealous I am of the socks,
I don't want to be in the dark,
or breathe in the sweat all day,
and my favorite part of my job is swinging around in the open air,
seeing everything.
But I would give that all up to be right next to your sole.
I would give up the open air just to be that close,
to feel your cotton on mine.

But for now I am just a pant-leg,
and I don't have the opposable thumbs necessary to untie your laces.

So I will stay here,
waiting for the moment when she trades us both for sweat pants and a pair of slippers.
waiting for the moment I can lay with you on the carpet,
and wrap you up in my denim,
and finally,
be still.

With love,
     The Left Pant-Leg



Inspired by Sarah Kay:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIAQENsqcuM