The Jacket on the Plane

a poem about the one who was forgotten

The jacket on the plane

a braid in the mane

Your coffee on the roof

still remains the only proof

that I was ever there.

Your justice can't be fair

A stitch too tight

some hope lost in flight.

A game I will not share.

A love I couldn't share.

I'm the crime scene,

fate won with one scream.

The movers will try to forget

but you will never regret.

It's a haunted house in light.

Just be alert in the night.

Memories you think to forget,

but you will never, ever regret.

Author's Note

Came up with this in the airport when someone left their jacket on the plane. It's kind of a play on a cliche. Also, I might have been the forgotten one at one point... Let me know what you think

Reviews

[Speak in Silence]

This is sooo good, good luck :)

[Freedom's Child]

Cliche in one aspect but you went away from the airport cliche with your imagery. "it's a haunted house in light Just be alert in the night" is great, with the flow and you have to think when you read it. Nice piece.

[Erin Thomas]

Thanks!

[Amanda]

I really like this, keep it up :)