On a rack with many there was a coat

That though admired 

did not quite fit 

All I could think of 

Was the way the material fell

Buttons that held tight

Pockets that were deep

The feel of the cloth against my skin

And the way I felt more me in it

No matter the size

No matter the mirror

I was sad that the coat hung in places 

where longer arms 

Taller legs

And a different body 

would have made heads turn to look at it.

Yet

For some reason

That coat was made for me

It matched the colour of my eyes 

And it's silken lining the colour of my heart

I knew that the coat would keep me warm

And bring back memories

Of bolder times

When I didn't hold my breath

Or care about being

naked  inside a coat that didn't fit