Old Coat

Pz-avatarby S.T. Gilbreath31 Mar 2015

You
Always wear
That tattered
Old coat.

Warm
And worn
And threadbare
At the cuffs.

Brightly
Colored and
Brighter still,
A patch on the breast.

Where
Once a pocket
Proudly clung,
Now a vague memory.

Torn
From its perch
Above your heart during
Another angry adventure.

Idly,
I wonder
Am I now the coat,
Or the pocket?