It was a freezing night,
I could see my breath in the air,
I sighed and shivered,
and you leaned over and stroked my hair.
You asked if I wanted your jacket,
it was too big, even for you,
I shook my head,
and you smiled because you knew I was lying.
You wrapped around me,
it was warm and soft,
I still remember the feeling,
it can never be worn off.
The jacket was your father's,
the man you barely knew,
and all He had was this jacket and you.
And when I had to take the jacket off,
I sighed and handed it to you,
And all the moments afterward,
were the loneliest I'd ever known.
this is barely even a poem, but I can never forget that leather jacket.