The Day That Didn’t Exist

A poem for what could have been.

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I drift aimless through the empty pews
Didn’t anyone hear the news?
What’s a bride with no groom?
Where’re the happy faces to fill the room?

No bouquets, no sashes, not even petals
When I think back, that familiar fog settles
Is the date wrong? No, I would never…