Jacket

"JACKET" her jacket in my room like a dandelion in an open field, hanging clothes with folded clothes like faces we collect, the smoke from my cigar hasn’t grabbed but that’s only because she isn’t here. you write about love Eddie, the good and the bad, who do you write about when you do? does she know you love her? does she love you too? have you shown her why your love stands above the rest? will she finally open her eyes and understand why you two were meant to be one? I write and like then, I understand myself now. I have a photograph of her in my bed and she waits for me under my cover. other nights and other nights after she left, shoes in my closet and clothes on the wooden bar, ten years lead us to the night. her jacket she left behind is our night and the love she left with is our view into the key hole. these walls remind me she isn’t here. today the sun came up and it was blue and gold. just sit down with this old clown, I’ll take that frown and break it. before our evening went away, I knew that we could make it. I love you baby and I always will. By: Chicano Eddie