Tattered

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 19

A tattered cloth, a sunken ship,
A relationship beyond repair,
No silver lining in this cloud,
He silently wondered what was left?

He gazed into that memory -
Humming softly, she walked in
He saw her wearing plaids that day
It struck him odd, why? he couldn't say.

A conversation? A TV show?
A note left on the refrigerator door?
He could not say what got his goat
There was something he had to know.

A chilly breeze blew through the door
Carrying a whiff of her perfume,
It stopped him cold, he frowned his brow
It was slowly coming to him, he knew

Christmas, last year, she'd jokingly said,
"I am a Polka Dot not a Plaid!
If I'm not with a gentleman,
Why should I have to parade?"

He tucked his head into his hands
And keenly pondered over how
A simple phrase way back as this,
Could steal away his happiness?