Ode To The Bride

It was a somber procession
The look on your face
Was as if a great age
Was ending

There were black roses
And the sky was blanketed
In a grey haze as you walked
Down the aisle

All the guests stopped breathing
They could only stare on and on
Your father wasn’t there
He’s been gone for a long time

Your love was tying the noose
Preparing for a sudden drop
His eyes were already closed
And the word “forever”, on his lips

The preacher said pick your poison
For the night will be upon us shortly
You chose the quickest means
Your mother wept softly

A shot rang out when you said I do
But you never really did
Affection is a widow’s curse
Pain cannot follow you down this path