That particular morning

She dressed in her white chiffon,

 

An elegant maxi dress

Not have been her taste for long;

 

She wore it but that day

Hoping to keep the wish

 

Her loved ones, once had expressed,

Remained elusive since then,

 

With no frills attached.

She gave a second look.

 

That day was not hers;

Theirs, for sure.

 

“Weigh not our love for you”

The eyes that had met hers, said.

 

Love spoke not much for itself

For she had become love herself.

 

I reread the last passage on that morning.

 

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