She stands in the middle of the room
white dress wrapping her like winter air
like something meant to be beautiful
but not meant to be warm.
Everyone is smiling at her
They lift glasses
tell stories
dance as if the music is carrying them away
I can’t stop watching her.
Her hand is in his
but it’s not resting there
it’s caught
like a leaf caught in a stream that runs the wrong way
They walk toget...
