I said I wanted to sell my dress.
I said I was not sentimental.
No one bought it.
I lowered the price.
Not a single bite.
Minus some weirdo who wanted to wire money from another country…
So, I gave in.
Three years later.
I bought a preservation box,
Wrapped the lace in acid-free paper,
Put a lid over my beautiful dress,
Said good-bye for decades.
Now, I open my closet to see a sad white box that won’t fit under my bed as promised.
Before a stunning gown draped over the door frame,
A happy reminder.
Feels like I put away a chapter of my life,
A year spent planning,
A day I will never forget,
I guess the honeymoon is over.
I am no longer the bride.
The dress is tucked away.
I am the wife.
Need a wedding dress by chance?
I still say wedding dresses don’t belong in boxes.