Mia Del Soul, The Soul Jazz Era Ghost in a Red Dress

I saw you in the mirror by the hotel bar
Red dress, red mouth, leaning on the dark
I turned around, but there was only empty air
And the bartender polishing a glass like he did not care
You come back in details, never in a frame
The perfume on my coat, the way you said my name
Ghost in a red dress, walking through my room
You leave before the morning, but you never leave too soon
I don't call it haunting, I don't call it regret
You are just the part of me I haven't finished with yet
Your lipstick on the rim of a borrowed glass
A song from the summer playing as we pass
I tell myself the heart is only making noise
Then I hear your laugh beneath the saxophone's voice
If I see you again, I will not ask you why
Some people are a season, not a lifetime in disguise
I can love what we were without inviting it inside
I can let the red dress fade into the night
Ghost in a red dress, walking through my room
You leave before the morning, but you never leave too soon
I don't call it haunting, I don't call it regret
You are just the part of me I can finally let forget
The mirror clears, the hallway sleeps
I keep the lesson, not the ghost it keeps