WWOZ is on in stereo. A string of flowers haloed around your head. Candle light. The ceiling fan. Curtains blow away and back again. Back again. . Don't wake me, I think I'm in a dream.
You in your coat, writing a note. 'Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree'. Then catching a bus just after dusk. A one way trip to the city. . A cold water flat, a hot plate, a hat.
You were standing on the corner when it all came crashing down. On your black shoes and your black hat. You pulled your black dress round. I suppose you should feel sorry but I see you're dressed in silk.