On a chair
ON a chair
sat a leather
jacket and in
it was a
note to me.
The note said
thanks for the
inspiration and never
gives up on
your poetry because it
kept me going.
The leather jacket
was giving to
me form his mother.
She told me
if he died he
wanted me to
have the jacket
so I will
keep it put
up so I donot
lose it or I
would never forgive
myself.
On the chair
that still sits
in his room
sits the jacket
that suppose to
giving him when
he came back
but now it
will just sit
there because he
will never return.
on a chair
there is empty seat.
On a chair
sits a leather
jacket that will
never be wear again.
-Gene Conner
December 23, 2005