i finally deleted that
picture of myself
in a wedding dress.
it's been three years
since it was bought for
me and i only wore
it once in that dressing
room but i still had
the photos
of me so happy
that i had found
"the one"
i thought i had
found "the one"
and now, three years
later i am alone
and i want to cry
for the memory of that
moment of joy is so
fleeting and so
cold in the back
of my mind.
three years of stale
memories washed up
in the blinking eyes
tears falling from my
cheeks, dreams leaking
under the door of
closed possibility.

will i ever love again?