Well Worn Leather Poem by Susan Lacovara

Maybe I should have known
That day
When your plane circled for hours
Before landing you in my embrace
That you were used to circling
And circling back

You packed your necessary tools
To stay on indefinitely
Bringing no roses, nor perfumes
Notions you thought trite
Bringing no handwritten notes
Of anticipation and excitement
Instead your bags were stuffed
With cables and connecters
For your hard drive

I remember the musty musky smell
Of your worn leather jacket
That sat too long in a closet
Unused
A fitting attire for one
Who wished to make a lingering lasting
First impression
But forgot that the scent of the past
Had well permeated not only your coat
But cloaked your desire
For your yesterday lover