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.