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.