Red Suits Me

I used to wear black,
mourning lost virginity.
Can’t have it back now.

My blue dress is creased,
stained and torn.
I loved it more than him,
tho’ it clashed with my hair.

My happiest day –
I wore white at my wedding;
stiff now, discarded

like the man.
Gone, forgotten,
he found someone else
before he left.

Suitors come and go,
replaced like my worn high heels;
never make the grade.

Never as good
as the one I missed,
almost had,
ran out of time.

Stopped painting my nails.
I’ll window shop from now on;
he’s there within reach

Separated by the glass.
I watch, wait, want,
live for the day
I can wear red again.


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