The Blue Dress

The blue dress hangs limply a reminder of the day she grew up….well not really ……. grew up she just aged a bit too much a bit too soon. She had waited at the window a cold sun setting on her dream as shadows lengthened and disappeared. He had become that final shadow obliterating all hope of others. She cried streetlights illuminating an emptiness tears staining her blue dress. He had promised and never come. She had waited never giving up hope. She grew up sometimes too soon yet still hopes to show him the blue dress someday. ©12/9/2019 Blue Dress Poetry Contest