Your jeans are still there
Thrown over a chair
A reminder of you
I dare not move
I peek as I pass
Sneak a look at the past

Your jeans are still there
Thrown over my chair
A presence I feel
Filling my room
I stare at the pockets
That once held your hands

Your jeans are still there
Thrown over that chair
Proof you once were
A part of my space
I walk round them
Fearing their touch

Your jeans
Still there