~Ruby Tuesday~
“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
who could hang a name on you?
when you change with every new day
still I’m gonna miss you.”
looking at
the jagged
curved curls
of the roses on my coffee table
i think of you
and our Ruby Tuesday
a burning memory
that almost hurts
on that day
the sun was hanging quietly
and we were in the brick house
we were the first ones to dance
you held your hand out
grinning
one of those pure happy moments
when your blue eyes lit the room
like rolling sea water
you pulled me up
and we danced in a confused flurry
this was our Ruby Tuesday
shades of red wine
liquid shadows shake
and the laughing whispers
of people pretending to love
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