standing outside the women's
dressing room,
holding her
purse,
two more dresses and
a pair of slacks,
she wanted to try on,
and thinking about the game
that was on television
that i was missing.
a big game.
my favorite team in
the playoffs.
but here i was holding
her clothes to try
on,
waiting for her to come out
and spin around
to ask me what i thought.
great,
i told her. you look marvelous.
but i felt very sad.
despondent might be a better
word.
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