Prom

My last dance was filled with fantasies,

Tightly precise curls, a full-bodied ballgown

And hours searching the far walls for you.

I could taste the sweat and laughter in the air.

Wondered what flavor your smile would be,

If your lips would burn me and if I asked for it,

Would it be considered arson?

Fortunately, my dress was a deep violet hue

To mask the blooming bruise of your absence.

Mascara lifted my leaden eyes so I remained bright

As my friends found calloused hands to hold.

I wondered who was feeling your white flames

And licking the fire from your fingertips.

Fortunately my dress was floor length

To cover the ashes crumbling at my feet. 

Reviews

[Beccy]

Exquisite in detail, a perfectly set scene, and as the previous reviewer says, heart breaking, as it can be all too true, which many of us will know to our cost. You look quite young in the posted photograph, which makes your depth of empathy all the more startling.

Beccy.

[Sarah Jane]

I am 25. Thank you. This is another exaggerated memory of mine. I've been trying to get back into writing by using nostalgia and adding a bit of imagery.

[Franky]

This is heart breaking and sad. But you are an excellent writer. I like your word choices! This write was brought to life by your descriptive words.

[Sarah Jane]

Thank you! I am humbled.