Frayed, Yet Fond

Frayed, unkempt, seeming like a debris,

beaten and worn out from usage umpteen.

Tensed strands clenching on to save the free-

flying offcut; an unending attempt to keep.

Farther down my piece, another hole-

visible nibbles of yet another moth. 

Save me, before it eats me whole 

and I get thrown out without a thought.

Cool comfort you sought, and give- I did,

Now I need your thought and wit.

Without a thought? Parting hurts, 

such a loyal t-shirt I was! 

Save me, before situation asserts 

that I be thrown away to rot
-your closest since seventh class.
Remember, I may be frayed- but I was
fondest among the fond!