Unworn Memories

Digging through the closet, lost lives emerge,

a dress hangs low, faded hues beckon—

it was once a comfort, now a squeeze,

memories stitched in seams of tight fabric,

I hold it close, its weight a ghost,

how can I let go,

when it holds more than fabric,

it holds the laughter of days,

bad decisions wrapped in nostalgia,

a costume of who I was, who I wished to be.