Leather Jacket

It's almost like a memory
From when I was a child
The scent of her perfume
Mixed with hairspray, now gone mild.

Some days it's my protector
From the ones that have intruded,
They invade my private world
And insist they be included.

Other days it's like my blanket
My warmth against the weather
Halting harsh rain and wind
Soft and made of precious leather.

It's seen a lot of action
Been left behind before
In pubs and clubs and concerts
But I'd never leave it at the door.

Now it's a lucky charm
An iconic vintage token
A reminder of a time
When our bonds were still unbroken.