the dress
lingers in the back of the closet
alongside
the dust of time
the delicate white
faded to yellow
memories
woven through lace
the girl who wore the dress
will never forget
the boy
who held her hand
she wore a corsage of blue
blossoming in a time of
new beginnings
first love
she wonders if
he ever thinks of her
or remembers
their dance
though a young girl’s first love
never dies
it too fades
with the dust of time
like the dress that
no longer fits
her memories
are kept hidden away
the girl remembers
his promises long forgotten
wondering if some day
they will dance again
Michelle Giles, an English adjunct professor, has published short fiction and poetry. She is working on a novel about psychic phenomena and memory.
