I wore a long-sleeved black dress;
chiffon, bow tied at the front
floating but heavy.
You said I looked nice today
and I wheedled out a ‘thank you’ with a side joke
of ‘don’t I always?’
Just keep it light hearted, don’t think about it.
Keira Knightley plays Colette,
a true story about a man’s power
and a woman’s fight to recover hers,
but you’re oblivious to its significance
and the meaning saunters past you.
I think the meaning sauntered past him too,
last time I wore this black dress at the cinema.
I don’t remember what we watched
but I can point you to our seats,
describe how he was sat on my right,
sweaty hand on my leg crossed away from him,
eyes baring down into my skin
and my red summer shoes,
where no amount of clicking those heels
would ever get me home.