Wet concrete steps reflected red neon lights.
Walking behind her past cold marble pillars
To the warm orange light of the foyer.
We walked up the stairs and the pleats of your skirt
Splayed like fingers spreading to cover you,
As you swayed in that inimitable way.
Then the crowd flowed in with babbling mouths
And I lost you in an ocean of grey suits and sequins.
These days long now watching setting sun
And remembering the sway of those splayed fingers.