If I were a coat

If I were a coat

Dangling on a clothes hanger,

My price would be cold

And the buyer would have to be you.

If I were a coat

Worn on wintry days,

Safe on your body I would hang

And watch the birds

Through the button holes.

If I were a coat

Thrown and folded on a floor,

I would wait for you

No matter how long I lay there

Alone, untouched, and dead.