I miss the way your dress
used to bell just above your knees
as you walked down Front Street,
and how you used to clutch
at the tastefully floral patterned fringe,
a second before the stale air
would blow up from the grate.
I loved the way it seemed
to drape itself around you,
like a proper lover should -
even after feeling is gone
in winter
on the shores of Michigan.