It was that red and black flannel
Coat he wore
No fashion statement - just warmth.
It was the uniform of every daily chore
Garden variety wool
A nylon liner
No more.
It was that old coat
A little worn but never rent
Grimy ‘round the collar.
It was his old coat
Carrying his particular scent.
It was as if he still wore it
Even after he went.
© Matty Adams, 2022
This piece first appeared at writersforrecovery.org (Nov. 4, 2022).
Coat he wore
No fashion statement - just warmth.
It was the uniform of every daily chore
Garden variety wool
A nylon liner
No more.
It was that old coat
A little worn but never rent
Grimy ‘round the collar.
It was his old coat
Carrying his particular scent.
It was as if he still wore it
Even after he went.
© Matty Adams, 2022
This piece first appeared at writersforrecovery.org (Nov. 4, 2022).