You Were A Raincoat

When I was younger, much so, almost a month ago, you were a raincoat. You wrapped yourself around me and kept me slightly hot, but not too bad. You kept my frail form, already weakened by sickness and restlesness, from the cold rain that would surely be the death of me. You, your bright colors, always perky on dark days when you know you'd stand out most against a gray sky. How cute you were. You made us both stand out, like a walking lighthouse, shining on everyone as it passes.

We were a two person lighthouse and you were my raincoat and we were much younger and now we seem different. Maybe now that the sun is out, my colors will seem more passionate in contrast.