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 Jan 2021 Jamie
Emily Miller
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And the ***** rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.

He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Texas sun.

My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.

My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.

My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.
 Nov 2020 Jamie
Saudia R
 Nov 2020 Jamie
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
 Sep 2019 Jamie
Fix you
 Sep 2019 Jamie
I wanted you,
I wanted you so bad.
I wanted to fix you,
to cure your loneliness with mine.
I begged to tame your demons and heal your scars,
to kiss the bruises on your heart.
I could've taken pieces of me to fill the holes in you
but the dark was so big you couldn't see through.
 Mar 2019 Jamie
F*ck me over
 Mar 2019 Jamie
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 Oct 2018 Jamie
دema flutter
Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.
 Mar 2016 Jamie
L Marie
It has been years
But I found an old
Birthday card you
Sent me when
I just turned seven
Wishing me luck,
Health, and a
Long life.

You never were blessed
With any of that
But you didn't know that,
We didn't know that

It was written
In your favorite color
Blue, that is also
My favorite color,
In squiggly cursive,
P.S. you hope I get the card
And you hope it has
The $20 in it;
You never trusted
The postal service.

I forgot that $20 was there
So I never spent it;
Fourteen years later,
My finger tips
Pinch it tight
Once again
And with tears streaming
Down my cheeks, I read:
"Buy yourself something pretty".
I can't buy you back.

It's like I lost you
All over again.
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