She was standing,
Standing there in her beautiful dress.
It was like many times before only this time it was a Wedding Dress.
I couldn’t help but think
“It should be me beside her, not him.”
I loved her-
I was so much better for her than he was.
I could hear her voice in my head at that very moment.
“That’s your ego, Henry-
-Let it go.”
The Priest spoke
“If anyone has reason these two should not be married-
-or forever hold your peace”
I couldn’t handle it.
Along with her condescending stare.
Walked towards the door.
The last thing I heard before I got outside of the church was-
“You may now kiss the bride.”
I entered my car
-Under my breath-
“I love you Marilyn”
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A poetic piece of A White Wedding