Weddings, Obituaries, page B11

So, there they are, in front of an altar.
He's in a tux. She, still imperfect,
Heartbreaking, beautiful, clings to his
Hand in her ornate white dress. She
Won't turn to see if I'm somewhere
Behind her, and that's just as well,
As I will not be there. I'll be home,
Looking down at the stiff-looking
Picture that ran in the paper, “This
One and That One to marry in June.”
I'll be planning to pick up some
Things at the store, but, before I
Can get out, I'll feel myself crumble.
“He'd better love you so much as I
Did,” I keep thinking, “so much
As I do.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-01 at 01:36

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