White dress flowing in the breeze
drink in hand
bare feet skimming the sand
the warm sun teases your skin
your smile that glows from within.
“Wish you were here!” in your elegant script.
It’s all of you that I have left
tucked inside the box full of jewelry I’ll never wear
and memories we shared.
I wish you were still here.
dVerse – Postcard poems. Another one just because I liked this prompt so much.