I donned you like a warm coat on a winter’s day  and I got lost as I zipped myself within
The chill couldn’t penetrate the thick down of your sleeves and I felt safe, if only for a moment
Then the material began to wear and run at the seams
And I held fast, not because I was scared of losing you completely, but because I could never wear just pieces of you
Through the holes came the wind
And with the wind came the change of the seasons
Then, as the frost faded and the warmth came, I began to wonder why I  had even needed a coat at all
And I’d nearly forgotten the sting of the cold by the time it had returned