The red gown

The red gown
No longer
Clinging to the curves
Of a beautiful lady.
Dressed for the party.
Or
Catching the cascading lights
From a glitter ball at the dance.
Or 
Hanging in a special place 
Inside her closet.
Just waiting 
for the next time.

The red gown
Now lay on top 
of the open dumpster.
Catching moonlight
on the red sequins.
The only splash of color
in the monochrome
back alley.

The red gown.
Left unwanted
And forgotten.
On a snowy winters night.
Turning from red to white.
Absorbing all that once was.
A single snowflake 
At a time.