You weren't cold but

he gave you his jacket

anyway.

You weren't hungry but

he bought you dinner and

you always ate.

You loved it,

you did;

you loved the way

he loved you.

Admit it.


It was too much

for you,

that September day.

It was too much to bear,

the love,

all he had to give.

You couldn't take it,

because

it wasn't yours.


You always hated it,

asking for help,

and he knew it.

So when you weren't cold

he gave you his jacket

anyway.