blue flowers

Her arms rested at the elbows over my shoulders in the same way and the pale blue flowers tipped with the flick of her wrist.

Her hair was up and she wore the same dress but her smile in the picture was 10 years warmer, worn round the edges like a polaroid you kept under your pillow in 1979 listening to Men Without Hats on a single speaker cassette deck. Familiar and fragrant with the memories and years since I waited for her there on the rooftop terrace with a rented suit and the same blue shirt and tie. 

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This entry was published on July 17, 2013 at 9:57 pm. It’s filed under Life, Love, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “blue flowers

  1. Familiar and fragrant with the memories and years . . .

    Yes.

    That.

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