THE DENIL OF DENIM

I still and will sleep in the denim jacket you gave me to own
Now that I am sleeping all alone
Do you remember the peace sign I drew on the back?
And now it’s your peacefulness which I lack

I won’t even wash it or have it cleaned
And from this jacket I may never be weaned
It’s security, it’s memories and has the aroma of fresh morning dew
Some cloth, some ink and a reminder of the time I spent with you

Actually it could use a rinse or two
But I don’t want to rid any part of you
Not the look in your eyes when you gave it to me
And without you that denim jacket seems garish and gloomy

Besides “Peace” it also says “love” that now seems ironic
Because you swore I was your love and you were my tonic
But elixirs can’t exorcise what seems totally premeditated
And I don’t think the AROMA of you will ever be thusly faded
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