Walking Down the Aisle

I would cry when you walk down the aisle.

Only because I cry when everybody does that

Because the celebration of ever-lasting love is something to weep about

For sure it is

Something to sing this song about

Or… because I likely won’t be up there with you

how would I know if it’s that or the other

if both possibilities

feel the same?

I could be tearing up at the premonition of love that has absolutely nothing to do with you

That’s assuming I would be invited

Why would I be invited?

Unless we are still good friends

And you invited me because you were certain I would be okay because I told you I moved on long ago

you believe me ridiculously easily

Or that thought didn’t even cross your mind

…And there’s the small chance that if you were walking down the aisle

I’d be walking down with you

And I would feel fortunate I get to spend long moments smiling and staring into your eyes

I would thank God every second of it

I would love to laugh and cry while simultaneously gripping your hands sweaty

Fireworks release when I say “yes”

I would make them play Love Story when you need to kiss me again

In fact, I would make our friends sing one of many Taylor Swift songs they hate

you would fake your reluctance to do to kiss me

to make me smile until it hurts.

…In reality, I’d doubtless hear about your marriage from a mutual friend and

they would make a slight implication it plausibly wouldn’t last

The union would be evanescent like all the girls you’ve loved before

<Me included>

that would make me stop for a minute and I would linger a little too long on the likelihood…

Thanks for reading! I plan to include this in a poetry collection I'm writing in the thirty days I spend moving on from someone. I plan to record all the fluctuations and pain of letting go, along with the pain of not letting go. Follow @hhc_author on Instagram to stay updated!