“The Jacket” by Walter W. Quinn III

It was a chilly October day

And we were walkin’ Target’s way,

The two of them were up ahead,

Left just her and me instead.

She smiled sometimes, laughing too,

As I told stories of me and you,

I watched her breath rise in the air,

Saw her shirt too thin for weather fair.

She shivered once, that was it.

Took my jacket off, said don’t have a fit.

Put it around her shoulders, and I saw

A spark of love and admiration, she stood in awe.

Thank you, was all she said,

As the both of us turned red,

I just smiled, it was my way,