this old coat

bear sweet my coat and wear it best its arms from me around your chest don’t weigh my spirit dark and dead I’ll be e’er-woven ‘tween each thread its bound’ries bind you deep the night those shimmered stars your only light so when you ache for cold’s reprieves my love waits warm within its sleeves time might have brought a fade or stains but years will show that warmth remains left o’er from times I’d claimed it’s clutch when we’ve shared hugs or just a touch you’ll know I’m there and haunt it still soft scents ‘just mine’ deep in its twill to knit your thoughts to our dear start like charms have knit you to my heart our ‘goodbye’ words I’ll make my last but hold me midst this frock, and fast when mem’ries fail to shape my face saves sweet, this coat, our last … embrace. ( photographic art of watercolor by Angus McEwan taken from public domain files at FreePik / Flickr )