The Bride Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Before the march begins,
the guest pushed his way to her
asked, 'Where were you all along? '

'How come I didn't see you,
for it was but a tiny room?
Were you seated behind?
Did you come late, leave early? '

Him that she once adored.

'Should I have seen you,
I would have taken my chance,
just so I would be the lucky man
to walk with you this happy day,

For I haven't seen a face
as fair, and a heart as sweet.
I indeed behold a bitter regret,
that my eyes didn't meet yours.'

She thought she felt one tear fell,
wiping a cheek, embarassed;
she looked straight to him and said:

'I think you saw me, you did.
You did look and looked away.
Now I'm dressed with all these whites,
that you found courage to notice.'