cocktail dress

"I must confess, when I wear this dress, I feel like dancing, the whole night with you...

'Cause you are the one, I can see having fun with, not just for the night, but the rest...of my life."

my black cocktail dress
hangs in the back of my closet
draped across a hanger
not worthy of it

my garment
still bears the outline of my silhouette
the movement of my frame
on a perfect night
with the perfect man

if you look closely,
you'll see the spot where he placed his hand
on my lower back
to pull me close
and dance the night away

the scent of his cologne mingled with my perfume
drifts to the front of the closet
reminding me of the sway of his tango
mixed with the glide of my waltz.

my black cocktail dress hangs in the back of my closet
wrapped in the reminder of our love, our friendship, our comraderie

I stand in front of the closet
clothed in the memory of how good it felt for us to be together

the black dress knows that we are meant to be
why don't we?

Copyright 2009, KIMJA