That Same Silly Dress

That Same Silly Dress prose poem

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Looking at the mirror, I remembered,
The day you had bought that dress for me.
That silly dress, the one in black with white polka dots.
You had told me,
that when you come back,
We would dance together in the rain.
Hours passed, days passed, months passed by,
Then came the day, when you would come back.
Incidentally, it was raining cats and dogs,
So I put on that same silly dress.
Hours went by, rain drops flooded the garden.
Then came a van with flags studded on it,
I ran out of the living room to the van,
I was happy and giggling.
But soon tear drops poured out of my kohl-lined eyes,
When I found your body beneath..
those white sheets.
And I understood,
That you and I would never be able to dance together in the rain,
With me wearing that same silly dress and you your..
military uniform..

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