As I walk along the street
Busy on my multitude of errands
I pass the Oxfam shop
Filled with clothes and assorted tat
And one thing that surprises me
In the window display
Arranged on a mannequin
A wedding dress, immaculately white
Perfection in silk
I cannot help but wonder what is the story of that dress
Why was it abandoned?
Was it used then disposed of?
Sentimental value soft currency when space is at a premium
What memories does it have?
Are they good? Are some bad?
But of course it will not tell me
It is just a dress
Yet filled with mystery
Unspoken stories in the fabric