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A freeform poem about a man weighing his past regrets against his current decisions
A lifetime (twenty-odd years) past,
a girl and I had begun with plans to spend
the rest of our time on this earth
together, and finished with tears.
She had been the first to love me.
Now, facing my bride as she strolls
down the long scarlet path,
my heart pounding against my ribs,
pearl waves behind her,
I still can’t help but remember
the girl from ninth grade.
We were to be wed. A rash childhood oath
sworn between people far too immature
to love responsibly.
I take my bride’s hand in mine, help her up
the few steps leading to the podium.
She beams up at me.
I smile small.
Eyes rain pain and sorrow.
She turns, runs, doesn’t look back,
I don’t call out as she flees.
The priest begins reciting the script
which will forever bond us.
Too late for second thoughts.
I had tried to let her down easy.
Impulse never leads to good decisions.
There are more words
than I think necessary.
We’d agreed it would be a short service.