Mending A Memory

I found it folded neatly in a box
of stuff from way back, when life was easy.
I took it out and shook the dust away
and the memories poured forth, made me sway

with the force of their potency, snapping
me back in time to the day I wore it
my wedding. It wasn’t a traditional
wedding gown just a black and white sheath dress,

yet elegant in its simplicity.
As the dust motes danced in the morning light
the stale fragrance of Evening In Paris
assailed my senses and re-ignited

awareness too long dulled by monotony.
As long dead faces and voices echoed
across the lost years my eye caught the tear
in the pleat at the back of the precious frock.

I set about mending it instantly
as I did so, memories good and bad
merged and became a whole experience.
Peace came as I mended a memory…

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