It was the red dress
I wanted to wear
with high wedged sandals
flanking slight slim ankles
like the curve of Venetian wine glass
It was your red dress
I wanted to wear
fluid on sun blond skin
shadows of an Oxford afternoon
and the insects rubbing.
Victoria Mosley 
A nice poem .. perhaps related to the Oxford St shopping blitz
Greg
No , my best friend who died tragically a few years ago by jumping off Bristol suspension bridge . I miss her.:-)
My gosh .. sorry to hear that !
A very personal poem then (although by definition they all are I would think !). A nice tribute then ..