black silk nightgown
woman in her evening
window seat
shaken with news of the rainy night wreck
leaning against glass
hands folded over heart
listening as edith piaf
weeps
la vie en rose
she sighs into a guiltless smile
tears of relief
running down her cheeks
covered in the smell of his skin
and the way he looked
in the restaurant light
head turned away from her past
who just died in the guest room
allowing her smooth left leg
to sway down from jeweled cherry pillows
pink painted toe pointed
toward obvious truth
on the floor
she has fallen in love
with a man who survives car crashes
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Oh your words…your words
You are too kind. Thank you for digging me so much!