Nobody ever says I do
to tears, the bite of cruel words
nor the pain of being rejected.
Vows uttered by trusting, loving lips
always dream of happy endings,
only seeing two hearts that remain as one,
never getting lost to debt,
differences or disagreements.
No promises are prophets
for where the future will go,
it can grow as a wine
you savor and cherish
or turn dark and cold,
aching inside from the emptiness,
not feeling anything burn inside,
passion just left in pillow tales,
whatever thrived on wedding day,
now a silence between two strangers.
When that bond is broken
is when two live fall into a crevice,
wandering in the darkness
wondering where love’s light was lost.
Some never climb out of that emotional death,
slowly slipping away in their minds
until one day they say good bye
often in fiery resentment.
I chose to stay,
though the years weren’t kind in terms of joy,
but though it doesn’t bring the flowers
one craves in a nuptial garden
and at times the sadness suffocates,
part of me still clings to the album
where I once wore tux and she a white gown.
Still holding onto the illusion
some sunrise will come
when the heartache turns again to kisses.
Gold trophy winner
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