Thrifting

I flick my finger through some gently scratched records on the floor like a rolodex. Trying to find who I know
I see bands and singers I don’t know, they remind me that I am still young
Young enough not to know how important they once were, before they were disposed of
“I still get to hear it was before your time“, how lucky am I?
I weasel my way in between plastic hangers of clothing and catch a whiff of perfume bought in the 50’s
Or recently, maybe she never changed her scent…
And I think, I think a lot.
I wonder where she wore this dress, those shoes and that hat
and was it the best day of her life?
Did she wear them while someone first told her they loved her or did she lose someone she loved?
Did she wear it for a day and then toss it away?
She might have been he, he might have been confused
And the dress verified exactly what he suspected
He was a cross dresser whoever would have guessed it