The Wedding Dress

A frail and threadbare
memory draped in
satin, no longer
soft against her skin.

.
A cobweb of the
past, fabricated.
Intricately laced
with tiny white beads.

.
He held her tightly.
Sashaying the dance
floor. She sparkled in
love. Her off white dress

.
wrapped in plastic, it
hangs in marriage. Still
reminiscent, fading
and everlasting.
.
©Jacqui Slade

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