When WP Blogger Michelle W invited us to share an experience of being outside, looking in, this immediately came to mind.
Behind the Veil
My closet is a cemetery of clothes.
There is the flower girl dress,
so long buried in frayed tissue,
now just a skeleton
of lace and tulle,
the shade of an old bruise.
I hold it close and remember
the day I rode with the bride,
behind the veil
waiting to be noticed.