A Thought From Another Mind

It was the dress that gave it away
The red dress

I used to tell her: "you're never not going to die" and then smirk
She would tell me that she believed me, and that I could stop saying that
Then she would smirk and we fell over each other like newlyweds

I think she was smart; I know she was beautiful
Certainly, she was all I could see

I know she was beautiful because I could see the eyes follow her whenever we went out
I know she was because she was the worst dressed girl I had ever met, and I still fell in love with her
I know she was because I would find myself seeking her reflection in the TV when we watched movies
I know she was because we never once watched them

It was still a secret to her; every time I told her how stunning she was, it was the first time
And I believed her, I wouldn't believe any other girl
She was a summer morning

I think she was smart because I never felt safe around her
I think she was because she was careful not to smile too much
I think she was because she was such a gorgeous creature it would have pained me not to
I think she was because she never did tell me if she loved me

She was the first to hit me
She was the first to show me what was underneath my own skin
She was perfect

The dress was draped over the railing with care
It belied every other detail of the scene