The black dress

It’s late but not too late
I hear a knock at the door
I walk down the stairs cautiously
I answer it

She’s standing there perfect
In a black dress

She tells me she can’t live without me
I tell her I am not the man I used to be

You are in need of love more than ever
She says

Okay
I say

She walks in
The moonlight follows her
I listen to those years of lost steps
And I follow them

 

 

Paul Butterfield Jnr

 

 

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