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

an emptiness…
























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