The Sunday Poem, by Jillian Sullivan

The Sunday Poem, by Jillian Sullivan

Winter Coat (for Brian) Tonight I walked into the pub firsttime since you left us. That hubbleof friends and gaiety, but no searching across the room for your blackjacket, scarf,silver beard. I held back my plaintive voice, built smiles, yetwalking home in the darkdown the middle of the road without your hand and past yourempty house, I felt that lossthat cannot be assuaged, only stepped away from, like a familiar coatyou can sometimes takeoff, …