Forgotten Comfort

Found the jeans that fit so well, so close to my curves, worn to comfort. Found them staring at me in my dark closet...what I was in there looking for I can't remember...but they laid out themselves for my eyes. I tried them on, remembering all the closeness of their comfort, all the adventures they joined me on. This fits me, this relaxes me, this completes my picture of who I am.