Wistfully a memory is recalled
In a treasure chest of trinkets
A dress I wore twenty years ago
For a wedding celebration
Strapless and red
Perfect for the fashion show
He crossed my path
6 feet four
Handsome and tall
Our eyes connected
My heart stopped
His mouth dropped
He smiled
There was something in his eyes
We exchanged a quick hello
As his fiancée called him
I felt a little sadness
Though I never understood why
Unfortunately for them
Their marriage lasted a year
Our paths crossed
Our roles reversed
Some things are never meant to be
~Divine