Today is the day I took off the tags.
The tags on that dress.
The dress that I bought at the beginning of the end.
The end that I dreaded.
Today I put on the dress and it fit well.
The fit was not too tight, short, or low.
The perfect color for the occasion.
The occasion that I dreaded.
Today I wore the dress and you were gone.
You would never see me in the perfect dress.
And I would never see you again.
I wish I had never removed the tags.