black & white

It hung on an old antique hanger.
A contrast of wisdom and youth.

A simple white wedding dress.

Full of promise,

eager to adorn the woman in love.

It was in that dark closet she sank to her knees.

A perfect white,
set against the black of the hole in her chest.

The place between

full of an emotion that was foreign to her.

The love was brief,

So much more than she ever imagined.

Didn’t they say love conquered all?

Weren’t people supposed to get a

happily ever after?

It was in that dark closet,

In the place between black and white,

That she let the tears finally fall.

A cascade of emotion,

A flood of memories,

The vision of what she was to be in that

Perfect white wedding dress.

Her future ceased to exist

as she had dreamt it

Now, set against a fuzzy background

she could only hope

that this

would not be it for her

That the perfect white,

would

one day

Overcome the black in her chest.

And the place between black and white

Would brighten to show,

A vision,

Of her in that perfect white wedding dress.