Leather Jacket (Finished)

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 Memories came full blast Of all the times we had I'm trying to bury them quickly I cannot being so sad Movies, sleepovers, popcorn fights Rock climbing, rock jumping too Racing on the highway Phone calls with "I Love You" Breakfast at 3am Burping contests all night Band practice in the living room Don't forget the pillow fight BBQ's, traveling In one trip, hit two deer Jesus Racing he started With his sons he held so dear Greasy clothes Six foot seven Now I hold his leather jacket For he has gone to heaven Surprised me a work Several times a week Thinking up old bands Playing hide and seek Sharing all secrets Telling no lies Never judging each other His sparkling blue eyes Pinching his nose When he would snore Feet hanging off all my furniture The cutoff shirts he wore A Grand Prix That was crappy in the snow Stopping and having a beer To the Nugget for a show Fishing in the Sacramento River Inventions to copyright And now a leather jacket To wear on a cold night