I found your coat today, <br />squashed beneath all the clothes <br />I’ll throw away soon. <br />Its flattened fur collar kissed my cheek, <br />cooled by approaching winter. <br />I hugged a cliché of fists <br />to my chin, closed you around me. <br />Your perfume, six months old, <br />clings to the woollen thread that <br />once warmed your neck in a freeze. <br />I daydreamed of the moments <br />you would have written about <br />if you were not swept up so soon. <br />Two hands slid into pockets, <br />fingers slithered, lost in silken fathoms, <br />found fibres scraping their tips. <br />An old, worn tissue jumped <br />from the past into this moment and <br />thrust its scent deep into my chest. <br />Your life passed before me <br />brighter than a lightning bolt, <br />fleeting crest of a cracking wave.<br /><br />Sonja Broderick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-coat/
