red stockings

you find a new pair
of red
stockings, still in the plastic
package
that you bought for her.
they were playful
times.
hot and erotic
adventures with dancing.
with wine.
you were younger then,
she too.
her black hair
unfurled,
her lips red and wet
with anticipation.
why you never gave them to
her, you aren't sure.
would it have
made a difference, of
course not.
but still they belong
to her,
so you slide them into
a drawer and close
it, as you've done
with others.