A Leather Jacket Unfinished
I was doing great
Holdin' on
It's been 32 days
Since my best friend passed on
His son, who now lives with me
Walked through the door
Carrying a leather jacket
Out came tears just like before
The kids huddled around me
As I hugged his bodiless scent
"Don't cry mom"
My chair became a human tent
Can't see through the tears to finish. I'll try later...
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