jae_murder

i answered the phone
early in the afternoon

"be ready at seven thirty please dear,
wear something beautiful"

i pressed the seams
of that perfect black dress
you bought me
for your best friends wedding

i washed my face
and stood alone
in the bathroom
looking at the pictures
of our beautiful baby boy
taken on his 2nd birthday

(just 3 weeks before his funeral)

i sat at the party
drinking cheap red wine
and staring at women
i've never really known
exchanging baby stories
and chicken recipes

i saw you across the room
and watched you
put on the old blue eyes record

and dance with every woman
in the room
except me