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
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