Red Dress, Old Flames
Tonight I slip into my red dress,
Cigarette lit, whiskey soda on the rocks.
Perfume’s a whisper, lipstick’s a promise,
I grab my purse and the night begins.
No special plans tonight, just going with the flow,
First stop: the gas station for my favorite chicken mayo pie,
Fries on the side. I’m not used to nights out,
So I think I’ll grab a drink, catch a vibe if I can.
Never forgetting to snag a snack or two—after all, it’s me.
On my way to pay, a voice, faint but familiar,
Turns my head, and there you are.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe,
Gasping for air with all the words I left unsaid
When we were together.
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