Red Dress, Old Flames

Tonight I slip into my red dress, Cigarette lit, whiskey soda on the rocks. Perfume’s a whisper, lipstick’s a promise, I grab my purse and the night begins. No special plans tonight, just going with the flow, First stop: the gas station for my favorite chicken mayo pie, Fries on the side. I’m not used to nights out, So I think I’ll grab a drink, catch a vibe if I can. Never forgetting to snag a snack or two—after all, it’s me. On my way to pay, a voice, faint but familiar, Turns my head, and there you are. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe, Gasping for air with all the words I left unsaid When we were together.