I stood back
rehearsing my speech
but nothing sounded smooth enough.
Her soul was tired,
her spirit bleached of colour,
her eyes puffed and lips cracked.
she had cried her throat dry,
and her tear glands out.
i hugged her and like a weak wall,
she came crumbling in my embrace
she had tried to stand,
tried to be strong
but also needed to let it out.
this is was my fear,
the crack had done bad damage to keep her walls up
she was too fragile
i held her out and looked at my bride
searching for the sunlight in her eyes
all i saw was dawn