There's no point in
living,
if you're not here.
You were the one,
I know it.
We were meant to be.
But all I have left is this
red jacket,
that was once yours.

I still remember that day.
It was sunny all day,
and it was our first date.
We went to the movies to see
ZombieLand.
When the movie was over it started
to pour.
I was cold, and wet,
so you gave me your
red jacket.
The smell of it was just
amazing.
It still smells just like that
day.

Why did god curse me?
Why did you have to go?
Why do I now have a personal
rain cloud,
on this sunny day?

My only question is
Do you miss me in heaven, like I miss you on earth?