Turquoise Silk

The door to my wardrobe opens
my eyes fall on turquoise silk,
touching it lovingly
my heart is squeezed and
constricts my throat.

Memories tumble down
like autumn leaves
burnished and golden.

Here and there
one or two impinge
turned black with choler,
some still a jealous green
with life and strength to sear
as they touch my soul in passing.

Pulling the silky feel of it
over my hips,
feeling the swirl of the fish tail
around my legs,

it could almost be then…

I close my eyes
I see you;
hear your chocolate brown voice.
My heart races,
eyes snap open and I am back.

I cast off the skirt
for charity
and the memory
for sanity.

Yet fate is playful.
A chocolate chuckle
resounds through my head
as I see the turquoise silk
walking down the high street.