A Storm of Thoughts

A Part Erased

A flowery dress, a casual bottom

A swaying skirt, a sensuous drape

Skinny denim that hugged her tight.

She wore them all.

But one by one.

The music played.

Music that she loved.

Music of love.

Every time it played,

She met some people.

But they were always the same ones.

Those that she had left behind,

While she moved on with life.

One she once loved.

Another she always liked.

She met them frequently.

But only she met them.

She talked.

The music stopped.

She saw her room around her.

Alone was she.

So where were they?

They had gone with the music.

For it was she who created them.

She wondered why she never saw

The ones that were with her right then.

There was no answer.

She did not seek.

For she knew she would be frightened.

She kept it to herself,

Until she burst out.