Red Dress With White Polka-dots

Saw her that day
Rusty hair on her face
Hooks pulled me away
Floods quickened my pace

Saw her that week
Supple stone on her head
Feelings sucked from my creek
Draining butterflies dead

Saw her that month
Too long since the last
Pale stars resting blunt
Grey remnants, smeared past

Saw her that year
Marble beds bring me down
I remember my tears
On her wet, crimson gown