08.19.21
I attended a wedding.
It wasn't yours.
But the scene allowed me to
reimagine how you might have
felt when you were the
one getting married.
I imagined how you looked at her
with fondness in your eyes
and with those words in your lips
unlocking the door of lifetime commitment.
I imagined how you waited patiently
in the altar for her to finally reach your
hand and offer the rest of her days
to be spent with you. It was
her dream coming true and I lost count
of moments upon wishing it was me and you.
I imagined how you put the ring
in her finger, telling her promises
of loyalty - that no matter what
happens in between now and
the future - you'd never leave her side.
You vowed to stay and I wish
you did the same when it was still me.
I imagined how you said "I do" when you
were asked to take her as your beloved wife,
a smile of triumph was plastered
on your lips, and
that was when I knew,
you feel more than victorious out
of all the battles you were into.
Baby, she was the price
when you chose to let me go.
I imagined how you kissed her in a way
she'd feel your love, her heart making
slow rhythm of joy and prosperity, finally
getting her rights to claim you as her own
and that was when I began to realize how
ironic life is.
I had you when you were
at your lowest
while she had you
at your best.
—georginariver
