I bought four yards of silk chiffon,
a zipper and some thread.
I snipped and stitched and toiled to make
a gown of luscious red.

The flounces flared, the color flashed,
a stoplight for the eye.
The envy of the other girls,
the lust of every guy.

But no, I never wore the gown.
I never had the chance.
I had nowhere to wear it to,
no party, date or dance.

No invitation to the ball.
And so the dress remained
unseen til it fell out of style,
and out of sight it waned.

I put it on when I'm alone,
though I was thinner then.
I wonder how I could have danced
and who I could have been.