Remember that black
coat you bought me
one windy Chicago night?
We spotted it in a brightly
lit shop
after a lingering afternoon of
love
I threw it away yesterday
The seams had ripped too
many times
Coats can last only so long
like many gifts life may
bring
I refused to stop wearing
it
the day you decided to move on,
refused to make the coat
a chain,
a bond between me and you
Yet sometimes when I wore it,
and cinched tight the belt,
it was your arm
wrapped around me again.
A hint of cologne from the
collar
brought memories of our kisses,
your face buried
there
Nothing lasts forever,
not even sturdy black coats.
Now it too is gone,
missing without a trace
Pris Campbell
Copyright 2/17/2001
Return
Home
Return
to Poetry Index
Music: Now and Forever
Background by Draac
(dedicated to George, who
knows the story
behind this poem)
