Mauve Trouser Suit

Yesterday while driving home
I saw a woman wearing
a mauve trouser suit.
Instantly my memories kicked in
taking me back forty year or more
when I was in love with a girl
who always wore a mauve trouser suit.
I could see her standing there
her blonde hair rippling over her shoulders
and her big blue eyes looking passed me
at someone who wasn’t there.
She was never mine to be,
but for a few moments while driving home,
she was there in her mauve trouser suit
standing in front of me.

17 April 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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