the black coat

your favorite coat,
is still in the closet,
the black one with the torn
pockets where
the keys and cough drops
slip out.
the one with the stain
which might be coffee,
might be tea,
or chocolate. the zipper
hardly zips, but
it's a perfect coat,
a jacket really,
for spring. it fits.
easy to drive in.
you like to flip the collar
up when a breeze hits.
you try it on and feel
through the pockets.
there are ticket stubs from
last april.
you said you hated the movie,
which made her turn
her head so that you couldn't
see that she had
cried all the way through.
you remember how her arm
was in yours
next to the coat
and then it wasn't.