Run, heart, run!
Fly to the end of the aisle
and out the stone-heavy doors——
this is not your sanctuary.
Any minute now she’ll
bear a man’s name.
Your name is deep-set on the guest list.
The feast-tables are laid plenty;
Eternity arrives tonight for
The guests turn up contesting stories——
reports of her mock-sudden nuptials.
Today she's gone from you forever.
The bride is gazing over her shoulder
(Did you just call out her name?)
She furls her tapered wings
outside her love-chamber——
all eyes on you as she turns and listens...
Nothing, you bloody-say nothing.
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