Sore

Scattered all over were lilacs and beads

Ribbons swayed, laces curled

Faces with smiles glowed side by side the aisle.

Wedding bells, rings, veil and chord

Motioned in rhythm, all attuned in one

Infecting the air was the song long gone.

Right over there, down the altar

He stood so proud, I heard his heart

Pounding so loud, so fast, so glad.

Those lips I used to kiss, hands I used to hold

Stares I used to own, body I used to touch

At the foot of the church, I stood, I craved.

Long white sparkling gown here came

Took his view away from me

Marched in cadence towards him.

Trade of vows and I dos

My tears screamed I was the bride! I was his bride!

I should have been his bride!

If he never let go of me…

Only if…

But he did.