I was in the alcove, tuxedo and all
I blended in just like the men
whom all were invited save for me
all I wanted was to see you happy
and so did I as you walked gracefully down
that seemingly forever stretch of red between the pews,
you finally emerged from your stroll
pulling back your veil elegantly,
you looked... so beautiful so happy
and your man to be gleamed with joy as well.
I was in the alcove, directly infront of you
but higher than your eyes would see
And as you two spoke your hand-written vowels
I felt tears flood slowly over my cheeks and my flatline mouth,
After all of this time part of me still loved you
and I was watching you seal your fate from me
forever, then I woke up with a tear down my cheek
My stomach feels empty and knotted
and part of me just wants to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem