Apart

I put your dress on again today

Shook the dust from the ruffles and memories

Smoothed out the wrinkles and smelled it’s bouquet

I pretended to be you

Looking in that old mirror

But you weren’t there anymore

Apart, alone, draped in fine fabric and regret

When did I die?

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