Wedding Bell Blues

Wedding Bell Blues

Wedding days.
Like children playing
but no longer quite care free.
The pictures showing only smiles.
The undertow goes on for miles.
It's show time now for all the world to see
how well or not you build your fantasy.
The judgment starts.
Impeding hearts.
And then when growing old, look back.
And notice where they left us.
The ones that we had based our lives upon.
Giving all our love to one alone.
Finding that their heart had turned to stone
somewhere along the way.
Knowing now, they never felt too deep.
They never loved you quite enough to keep
the feelings flowing. The ache is growing.
Instead, they blasted the foundation out
from underneath your aging house.
The kids already grown and gone away.
Most times, you wonder why they couldn't stay.
Wondering and wandering
through all the boxes built.
Wishing you could turn back time.
Lost in unclaimed guilt.
No one left to turn to.
No one left to care.
Reaching out to strangers
who avoid our needy stares.
Looking out, the world looks back.
Snowy white and foggy black.
An icy stare of winter's glare
that lies behind their stiffened stare.
You close the wedding album then.
And wonder to the bedroom when
you hear a car and run back to the window.
It isn't them. You really should have known.
You lost them somewhere in the long ago.
And then white papers backed in blue.
To cancel out the I love you's.
All you have to do is sign.
Tears so deep they cannot blind.
You see it all too clear.
Life starts and ends right here.
Too soon, too late. It matters not.
The here and now has grown red hot.
And you're left burning
for the sin of your survival.
Dying with the weight of bills still due.
The church bells toll at funerals too.
You think perhaps it's best this way.
The night is here. You lie awake.
Wishing that the day would stay away...

? Michaelette ?