Love Coat

Love Coat

That coat
meant for one
it’s arms always open,
encouraging, warming,
the pockets holding
scraps of tickets to work
or wrappers from comfort food.

This coat,
meant for one,
you wear to the car
three sizes too big,
to drive me to the station
and as the train pulls away
I note that, as with everything,
it looks so much better on you.

And that makes me smile.