sitting at the table, waiting

i know i have written all of this before

but i remember that blue dress

we were still newlyweds
almost blooming into the next phase

you coming thru the door

still a little anxious
had not quite moved into that confident stroll
i hold that memory of that blue dress

sometimes when traffic has been stalled

all around me is the anger

i lean back, put a smile on my face

remember you in that blue dress

i am sure the flagman on the highway

appreciates the smile i wear
the little thank you i wave

as i pass into the din of multi-lanes

is owed to a blue dress

well, you come thru the door

is in there too

2/14/19