The dress

I put the dress back on. 

It's still "as blue as my eyes" like you told me on the first night

-although I have always known them to be more of a gray-

It hasn't lost its color after all these years resting in the back of every closet we -and now I- have had. 

I thought about throwing it away once. 

Perhaps with it I could send the memory of our first kiss. 

But the dress still hugs my body the way it did before I knew you. 

It still flows and twists in the breeze, full of life. 

I've come to realize this dress hasn't lost its color 

and neither have I.