I pull the fictional wedding dress, you would have wanted me to wear, from the wardrobe and observe how swathes of lace have been eaten whole by moths and bad feelings. I continue to observe until I realise there is no need to watch any longer; to keep the make believe things we would have shared with one another. I realise I no longer have a desire to mourn you or us or the ashen figures we had become.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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