BluE Scrubs

The last time I was in the London, the mood was high, lots of laughter in the car, voice of Tomtom drowned. We took a wrong turn but hey who cares. There was always somebody being picked on, that's the most important thing.

Conversations scuttled to beyond my interest, we past Harrods on the right. I looked to the left, the old building was still there. Time froze and my chest had a splurge of breath. I had to take a deep breath, I sighed. A sudden fear of losing the sight of it, overcame me, but for what reason, what rubbish. Crazy.

I danced in the room, twirl. My body young, agile, soft and supple.
I remember the smell, the soft fabric against my hips, clingy it was. Cascading just where it should.

Eyes locked on the mirror, I saw you, saw me.
"You are beautiful".

I hope you too are loved, happy birthday.