Victrola plays Glen Miller's Moonlight Serenade.She sits dozing, blue-veined hands quiet,elbows on doily-covered armrests.Asleep, she was dancing with him.Awakening to realityshe stares at his empty chair.Only a figment in her dreams now,she still misses him every day. A quadrille written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. I'm hosting today, asking folks […]
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