The Red Dress

by John Long   Jun 5, 2009


When I'm laying in that final room,
Each breath coming painfully, reluctantly,
I want to look out the window and
See a woman in a red dress
Walking in the street.

Young, vibrant, full of life.
A final reminder of you my darling,
At the other end of this chain,
When you were her and I was the one
Waiting for her impatiently, nervously.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    A beautiful, touching write. Wonderfully expressed. Memories of that special someone in your life never fade. An exceptional piece. Very unique...Lol.

    Take care and all the best...
    Olwin.

  • 16 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Memories of loved our loved ones come in
    different forms & we will give anything to
    see that person again in that form..a
    touching write. Thank you also for the
    comment..take care.

  • 16 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Some memories can have us spell bound eternally, images of her or him in their favorite outfit and the things you used to love about them...

    This poem was a little sad and filled with a certain resignation...

    I think you did well on portraying your feelings, a good write, John:)

    Hugs,

    5/5 Ingrid

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