Dear: Girl in Red

“They used to put on raves here?” - You spit
We pass a sign. It reads: Welcome to Fairyland
I see that the world’s fair is now just a landfill

We sat and I told myself I would quit
Only if michael told me so - He did not
The Ghost of The Red Lion Inn agreed

She was the kind of lady with a staple
Color in her hair, her eyes, her dress
She knew what she liked - Apparently me

Though I was never one to flirt unconsciously
I found myself stealing glances of your smile
But I left them unopened, trying not to pry

Begging the Moon stay full one more night
To see you in her later light -