The handwritten address piqued my interest
But I ripped through it without regard
The large elaborate bow was the first sign of discordance
All satiny and bright gold
Lying against its stiff cream cardboard bed.
Who could possibly be getting married that I didn’t know about?
With a growing sense of disquiet,
I gently unravelled the bow
I had been preparing myself for this
Yet it still caught me unawares
He really was going to marry Her.
I couldn’t believe I actually got an invitation
Was I expected to attend?
Was I supposed to stand there and watch
As He pledged to love and honour Her?
Could I go and truly be happy for Them?
With several thoughts and memories swirling inside my head
I carefully re-tied the bow.
Taking care to ensure it looked perfect,
I slid it back into its torn shelter.
Picking up my other letters and bills,
I placed them into the bottom drawer of my desk.
4 comments:
wow..
so are u going? and is it someone you've blogged about?
Loll - I didn't expect anyone to see this so quickly. :-)
This just came to me last night as I was falling asleep. I over-dramatised it. It's inspired by an event that happened a few years ago.
ah i c
so did u go or not????
i love it
esp. the last three lines,
hmmm a conscious effort to return to life as normal??
Nice return to poetry ... I like this, as usual, it says a lot in a few words.
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