Red Dress

Standing there,

a shadow of my broken past.

The light reflects,

the beauty of her face.


The room begins to shrink,

till the two of us draw close.

A rose in disguise,

a love discarded.


The dress recalls,

a simple date.

Where two became one,

and only one remained.


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.