I still have that photo somewhere, the one of you dancing on the bandstand in your new purple coat and matching lipstick, the day you had your hair bleached and shaved. You said people gave way to you on the tube and you kind of liked it. But then you never knew your own power.
Saw you once by chance, years later from the top of a bus and it still set my heart beating like a big bass drum. Don’t know why, but I let you slip away so easily, like a snatch of melody carried on the breeze.
M J Lewis ©2015
I wasn’t going to post this week (off to a college reunion and very busy) but then the muse of lost love and nostalgia visited – must be something in the air. For more Friday Fiction please click on the LINK. Thanks to our ever-attentive host Rochelle and to David Stewart for the photo.