Red Overcoat

There she was, standing in the rain.

I held me hand out.
She dug her hands deep in her pocket.

I took a step forward.
She took a step back.

I tried to talk.
She just shook her head.

I clutched at her red overcoat.
She shook it off, and ran.

I cried out in desperation.
She never turned back.

"I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving. " 
                                                                                            - Lili St. Crow