looking down at a guy,
once so full of life,
he's now dead and gone
never to know she would have been his wife.
holding back her tears,
she takes her place at the podium,
to give the painful speach of her despairs.
the crinkled white paper stained with her tears,
looking out at all the empty chairs,
as she starts to read aloud her last declares.
when all is said and done,
she walks down the deserted aisle,
to see that it is not the ending; her life has just begun.
even though he's gone,
she knows their love will live on.
so the darkness has begun.
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