i remember her well

i remember she was
wearing a red dress,
and black boots, or
was it the other way
around. i had just met
her a week ago in a
bar downtown, or maybe
we were married for
a few years. the details
are rather fuzzy
at this point, but i
do recall that she had
this very high pitched
voice, very high. but
wait. i'm thinking
of someone else. her
voice was deep, and
hoarse. that's right.
she was a smoker, a
heavy smoker and drinker
too. she had a scar
down her cheek where
she had been in a knife
fight once. or maybe her
cat scratched her.
one or the other, she
did have a scar though.
that i do remember
as fact. she had soft blue
eyes, or green, it could
have been one of each,
but i remember her eyes
were crossed and it
gave me a headache
to look at her.
it was a long night,
or early morning.
there was a moon out,
i'm sure of that.
i used to call
her sweet magnolia, or
petunia, some sort of
flower. gardenia, maybe.
she called me jimmy,
although, that's not my
real name. we were two
peas in a pod though.
so much alike, from
what i remember.