The Dress

White cotton dress that tied at the waist

Bare summer arms and eyelet lace

Not short and not long, comes down to the knee

On top of the laundry folded and clean

But I could have sworn that I threw that thing away

Back in June

Snuck out to the alley and buried it under the trash

One afternoon

I can't trust my memory anymore

Was it the dress I wore

Was it the wine he poured

Was there some sign I ignored

Was there even time to run from that storm

I don't cry or go crazy, just hold my breath

Keep it all safe locked up in my chest

Deadbolt the front door, don't answer the phone

Sleep with the lights on afraid of being alone

And I go back through every detail

Like a photograph in my mind

Searching for what I did wrong

I never find it in time

Was it the dress I wore

Was it the wine he poured

Was there some sign I ignored

Was there even time to run from that storm

To run from that storm

I'm still running from that storm

I'm still running from that storm