The Jacket

Forced to go to the Store
so a stranger can fit me for a Suit
It was stiff, uncomfortable, and expensive
Just like a kindergartener's Pursuit

When i Lost the Grand Adults in my life
was the next time I wore that prison
I was accompanied by more family this time
were we only spoke of religion

My last full 3 piece ensemble
was at the bitter age of fourteen
I dressed the part of a graduate
But still always felt unseen

The next Suit was in pieces
as it was all i could aquire
Working to find myself daily
was all that I really desired

The Jacket now remained solo
waiting for its day to be greeted
it stayed in the closet alone
till the event it would be needed

The meaning of the Jacket changed
with every year of a my Life
It showed itself once more
during the Love that is my wife

I now have more selection
over the style of that coat
it could now support me
in any position I promote

Until the Day unthinkable
That I would be forced to bear
the loss of my best friend
I'm sad, it hurts, it's unfair

My coat is nothing but a requirement
in this unreal ritualistic event
to keep socializing with people
as it hides my true discontent

The Jacket that matters most in my life
isn't anyone I've ever had
it now hugs the man I miss
the Hero I called Dad.