Me and You

Me and You

I’ve put all the clothes I’d wear
Into the wardrobe –
hung them on hangers,
brushed out the creases,
closed the door.
Placed the tiny
key on the dressing-table –
for you

the house abandoned
echoing and empty of me.

There will always be parts
to take out, look at, admire.
Feel the weight of fabric, examine
seamstress sown hems
and cuffs.
Silks, tweeds and velvet.

You can hang them
over the hook
stand back – consider
they’d look like –
If I put them on.

Published by Stella McHugh

Survivor of so many things that happens to women and girls.

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