ďThe JacketĒ by Walter W. Quinn III

 

It was a chilly October day

And we were walkiní Targetís 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 donít 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,

Iíll never forget that October day.