She was like your favorite pair of jeans, in human form.
It took no effort to pull them on and the sensation that came
as soon as they were secure
was comfort

like a warm hug they wrapped around me and I around them
Like an embrace
she was part of me too
safe

We may have been a little frayed at the edges
maybe holy at the center
but we were right
we were ease
we were familiar ... family

and when she left me ...
unwillingly
that comfort left with her

I've tried on new pairs
but none are just right like she

I need to be clothed
I know this
so I keep trying
Keep surviving
time keeps multiplying

but nothing can make me forget
What it feels like to have the perfect fit.