They found love again like a winter coat,
Collar up against the chilly weather,
Enmeshed fingers pushed deep in a pocket,
Facing their final season together.
Wearing their coat of many colours,
Woven from their last threads of emotion,
They remember life as friends and lovers
Without the thrill of anticipation.
It began in quiet, gentle romance,
Weekly dates, the movies and holding hands,
No lindy-hopping at the local dance,
Twisting and jiving to rock and roll bands.
Now their life is comfortable and worn
Like an old winter coat, wrinkled and warm.
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
This poem was reworked from one I previously posted on 24th September.