Oh dear, where has my little red coat gone to now?

You see, I need it to keep me warm,

to keep my veins from frosting over.

It's my life source,

It is, in fact, an important thing, of course. 

Oh dear I see it now; 

Tucked in the little jagged cracks of my own little lost and found.

I see not one, but two little red coats, 

Oh not two, but three little red coats! 

Oh how I wish for my coats back!

To see, but not touch,

is an agonizing insanity. 

I wish and wish, only until all the shooting stars have been wasted. 

I understand now,

My little red coats are out of reach.

Tucked away in my own little lost and... found?

They are lost.

But they have not been found.