Finding things in a room (and being knocked down by the aftermath)

In your fall jackets 

there's a hint of what was

and the scent of what used to be

And I still see you floating

through the hours

and the people in the room turn and smile.

It's ours.

In your fall jackets you bound a wound

in secret.

You kept your doom 

a secret

From me, from her, from she

(From me)

In your fall jacket.

And I still hear you in the other room

and your laugh, so ever clear

echos through the gloom

(the gloom)

of people that would never realize...

-Me