A blue dress

Posted on Jul 2, 2014 in Poetry, Writing

She lies in bed
with her sadness and blue dress,
Sad from some happening not forgotten
Lost love,
long dead.
Or so she’s told herself
And everyone.
She’s wet
As are her sheets.
The curtains are pulled
Her eyes, red.
She still loves him
The scene changes and he’s with another girl
There’ve been lots of others
He only likes things that are very new.
He lies in bed
Not alone
Smiling and laughing with his secretary
The girl with cute toes
And cute everything.
The problem is,
The girl with cute toes
Hasn’t reasoned.
She’s new,
but when she’s seasoned
Just a month or two
She’ll need a blue dress