Unforgiven at the Company Reunion

Those fragile memories shattered as though I’ve dropped my glass while toasting the past with reincarnated colleagues I don’t recognise who’s that in the turquoise dress who glares? I swerve through hostile stares to the gents check in the mirror to see if it’s still me head through batwing doors into the saloon into the thick air of vengeance before a brawl ready to draw on whoever whispers my name after all this time, yet still looking for my Delilah and now not so sure I’d know her if I saw her