Red Dress

a poem about admiration and fondness

she leaves me

breathless

in a way

i have not felt

in a very long

time

unexpected,

the way the air

leaves my lungs.

like the breeze

brushing past

my cheek

softly, yet all

at once

there was no

violence

in the act,

no forceful or

unwilling exit

what she did to me

was no kick

to the chest

no this,

this was a 

quiet departure,

a sigh in

a room full

of people, yet

meant only for me

as if, when she

walked into the room

instead of asking

how she looked

and twirling in

place

she stepped forward

and asked for

my hand

and i gave it

to her

without any pause

for breathing