Disclaimer: You need serious help if you don't get this by now.
A/N: Wanted to write a poem about this for ages, finally got around to it.
A/N2: For Hannah (YouGottaSingAlong). Thanks for the title. Get better soon.
My Jacket
When I said I'd left my jacket,
Well, Jethro, I'm weak today,
Because I was really saying sorry,
That I'm about to slip away,
And when I asked you to fetch it,
I meant to say I love you,
Because I really hope you know,
That it's always been true,
And when I said I'd meet you,
I was trying to say goodbye,
And I laughed at myself,
So that I wouldn't cry,
I hold on to solid objects,
I'm trying not to fall,
And I stare at the phone,
Trying not to call,
Was I doing the right thing?
Doesn't matter now, it's done,
Our time together ended,
And what I left it for begun,
And I hope you're okay, Jethro,
And I hope that you've moved on,
And you're coping better than I am,
With me being gone.
PLEASE.