The Gown

The memories we’d yet to live
unrolled before my mind
like a black and white scroll full
of mural after mural, and I
longed for the day when
you’d come color in.

Little did I know you’d shade
my sheep into bear’s cubs,
the dragons’ wings into butterflies’.
Mountains turned to cardiograms,
carrots into ice cream cones,
valleys, pastures, to a rolling sea.

For I fit my dress perfectly,
enough to give it shape, and you
fit my soul enough to bring me change.

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