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
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