I thought this coat was gone

I thought this coat was gone.

The wool still smells like the damp

of the 9:30 Club alleyway,

and for a second, I can feel your hand.

We were going to be something.

The setlist was perfect.

Then the rain started coming down in sheets

and you said you needed a ride.

Not with me.

The purple ink on the ticket

has bled into a bruise-colored smear.

You didn't need a ride.

You just needed to not be with me.