My Dress

The dress that hangs in a cupboard,
covered with a layer of dust.
The dress that holds many memories,
has been forgotten as the moths start to chew away.

If only the dress knew why,
why it was at the back of the unknown cupboard.
Maybe, just maybe,
things would have turned out differently.

But, the dress never knew,
so it became the dress no one wanted.
The dress had no hope,
no hope to be loved again.

It waited for years and years,
until finally a pair of kind hands took it off the shelf.
They brushed off all the dust,
and sewed all the holes up.

The dress was whole again,
it became something that was never forgotten.
But more,
the dress was loved once again.