Cathy

On the raw winter day she moved out, my lover gave me her vintage fur. I accepted its promise of warmth, and that night spread the ponderous thing across my empty bed. As I lay flattened beneath its weight, my despair was met by another unexpected grief. A deep sadness was seeping through the thick, dark folds of the old coat and pooling in my eyes. Yet again cast off by a woman, we shared the tears of our loss.