Dream Nights
The red dress hangs on the door
A dash of hope in the stitching
A whisper of a night to remember in the swish of the fabric
A million chances to meet The One hanging on each ruby thread
The red dress hangs on the door
She stands in front of it, hands on her hips
Worrying her lips
Weighing the scales that tip dangerously in favour of a night in
The red dress hangs on the door
So much potential
So much want
So much desire
Zero confidence
The red dress hangs on the door
She stands she stares, she stares some more
Imaging the stares on herself
As she walks down the street
heels clicking
mouth smiling
dress swishing in the summer breeze
The red dress hangs on the door
So beautiful
So perfect
And yet never worn
