WEDDING GOWN

In the back of the closet, tucked away Lies the gown from my wedding day Once cherished, adored, and so divine Now a symbol of a love that's gone, left behind

I stumble upon it by accident one day Fingers trembling as I unfold the fabric, in dismay The lace and beads still sparkle, just as they did But the memories they hold, have now become too rid

The train that once flowed behind me like a river Now seems to drag, heavy with regret and with shiver The veil that once covered my face, with love so pure Now seems to hide the pain and sorrow that still endures

The bodice that fit me like a glove Now feels suffocating, like I'm trapped in love The bouquet that once bloomed with beauty and delight Now seems to wither, under the darkness of the night

I thought I had it all, when I walked down that aisle But love is a fickle thing, it can deceive with a smile Now I stand alone, with this gown as my only company A relic of a time when love felt real, and not like a parody

So I fold it back up, with a heavy heart And place it back in the closet, where it will start To gather dust, and become a memory once more Of a love that ended, leaving behind a shattered core.