Dirty Jeans

He wore dirty jeans

and  had a crooked smile 

his breath smell like vodka

In his back pocket he carried a

folded American flag with a picture of his

first love and piece of dirty  jeans with a

embedded gasoline smell  that she wore

before she parted the earth.

He drinks his pain away to forget her

He is  the reason

The reason for her death

It was his drinking and driving that killed her

Now he  is stuck in the house trying to clean the skeleton out the closet 

But he can't

He grabs a bottle and continuously

drink's drink's to close the wounds

But his conscience keeps that wound open

Slamming the closet door shut 

Because each outfit he  and her had

together reminds him of each other

especially the dirty jeans he wears every

year on November 1, the day she died

It's hard to pick out a outfit when you are not here 

I miss you so much