Poetry "Old Coat"

He laughed openly — so the soul smiled,
He held her hand as if it were the most precious gift,
Their hearts spoke through their eyes,
And winter was already painting its first picture on the windows.
The small café was soaked in the aroma of vanilla,
Where they loved to drink morning coffee together.
But the old coat that she had worn for a long time,
Seemed ugly to her and completely spoiled her mood.
She dreamed that someday that time would come,
They would drink coffee in a luxurious restaurant,
And she — in a luxurious coat, incredibly beautiful
And happy, would sit next to her beloved.
But it didn’t happen, because life writes its own plot,
He left… Forever… From where he could never return.
And winter painted a beloved portrait on the windows,
The cold wind pierced her heart and troubled it.
Yes, there were still many things in her life —
Beautiful things and fashionable coats, expensive restaurants.
But her soul was empty, because he was not beside her,
And nothing could heal the wounds in her soul.
Years passed and she sat in the old café,
Where it smelled so much of vanilla, at an empty table.
She would return to that moment when she was in the old coat,
Next to him… Only then, yes, then she was happy…
(Poetry written based on an excerpt from the book by Olena Roh)