Woman in a yellow dress

A woman who once loved me,

Was wearing a yellow dress today.

She thought she would be beautiful that way.

She thought that the dress would express her mood,

her personality, like no other dress would.

That dress made her happy and confident in herself.

Reassured her that the new day will be different.

Walked through the park,

like raising Sun through smokey, morning sky.

Seductively fragile, elegant and stylish.

She smiled at me when walked by,

maybe nodded too. Can’t be sure.

I felt a little breeze on my hair and smelled

her parfume. Cherry blossom, I think.

She looked genuinely happy. brightly unique.

Once, I was her yellow dress.