Her sky-high heels, tell tale marks
upon my furnished floor boards,
the deep crimson lipstick shade
grated where my head lays to
slumber, the lonely hair slide traveled, trapped
deep amidst my leather recliner.
Unfaithful, Unworthy, Unkind.
Countless business excursions,
blank expressions, empty conversing,
tired, distant, love lost that
past burned passionately. All
we wish for, the dream, dissolved,
dashed. Screaming, yearning for his attentive
glance, the light faded internally.
Veil flowing comfortably down my back,
resting lightly upon thee intricate white dress,
Today I shall be Mrs.
But wait, every detail but one
obeyed, falling to my knees, mud clung to
virgin white, face frozen.
He’s not coming.