Pink Suede.

I posted this a few days ago but the configuration was not correct, so here's round two and thanks for your patience.

I fancy that I catch a glimpse of you sometimes looking your best

and waving from somewhere behind the gift stand trying

to attract my attention

before smiling and drifting away.

I see you found the pink suede suit again

with matching handbag and shoes...

It still looks good with your hair nicely done - a dash of make-up.

Not too much.

You loved coming here to browse, to dream, seduced

by the scent and the colours of spring

before spying the bedding plants!

We'd need a trolley just to keep pace with your dappled lit face

over violets and pinks.

Especially the pinks.

I will remember you this way in love with

the promise of new life; at your best sighing

with delight at the miniature tea-cups and plates

wondering who would appreciate the time,

the effort spent pondering before declaring

'How lovely!'

...like a child presented with the dearest gift except

now I see

that in reality

the most precious gift

was you.