You gave me a white silk dress
I wore it with Glee – it became Me
I “spilled”, and now have a dirty spot
The spot became Me
You discarded the dress
Threw it in the corner – like a rag
That was Me
We laid there
The dress and I
Till one day
We were needed
And were pulled
out of the corner
Washed and Ironed
– As good as new – almost
Was that Me?
The spot became invisible
Was it still there? – Me?
Had it faded with time?
Or was a patch sewn over it?
Was that Me – Underneath?
Zitta….. December 2022