I Hope It Haunts You Every Night Like It Haunted Me The Day You Left.

Closed room and dim lights;
I looked up at your sparkling eyes.
Your one hand reaching for mine;
and the other
slightly pulling back the fringes from my eyes.
Do you know
what I felt that time?
I felt
a sweet apprehension dipped
in the liquor of sublime;
like I am back to 16 and it’s the prom night;
and you are in a tuxedo and me dressed in Red;
so bright that you pulled me towards yourself and hold me by my waist and say,
“Are you ready Pretty Lady?” with a bright big smile.

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