All that is left of him to touch,
Is his coat he loved so much.

I shed many tears,
On his coat in  these last few years.

I greet it when I arrive and again when I leave,
But all I feel is this empty sleeve.

At times life felt very dim
Having only this coat left of him.

But then I selected
Thru his coat to stay connected.

And since I feel stronger
I might need it no longer. 

But for now I feel it is still smart
To still keep it close to my heart.

To move it would not be wise
Until I can do so with dry eyes.