The Concert Poem by Laa Finita

Last night was cold, for Spring.
The uniform for the concert:
all in black.
I forgot my jacket, nervous for the rush.

I was trembling,
may be nerves, may be cold.
I felt a coat, gently put over my shoulders,
he had just arrived, and lent to me, his own.

The concert flew and I found
myself in a joyful dinner
with all the group.
Returning the coat to him,
he said: 'You'll need it to go home.'
And that was all.

The coat has his perfume (oh, God) .
Am I so lonely that a kind gesture
can awake my soul?
Or did his stares mean something
that I'm afraid to hope for?

La Finita