you remember her
in a blue dress. waiting
for you.
the first time
you met.
nervous. hands folded
to keep
them still.
her rising
as you came near.
the gentle kiss on
a cheek.
hello.
how quickly the night
passed.
the words
tumbling. the wonder
of it all.
you remember her
in a blue dress.
waiting
for you and then
the rest.
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I remember a pink dress. Doris Day would have been proud. Fitted waist and full skirt with a matching sweater. The skirt covered the bar's tufted seats and allowed curious hands to wander beneath the crinoline undetected...well, so we thought after 2-3 vodka tonics with extra limes.
Yes, these thoughts still hold me through the lonely nights years later. I prefer it that way to the other options.
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