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I buff the rear view mirror with my coat sleeve Crowded steps Groomsmen Shivering bridesmaids A blur of white lace disappears inside I slide along the back row Old, familiar, burnished slick She passes Me to the aisle Crisp scent of White Linen The ***** quiets I arch and crane A glimpse A profile wedged in memory Then, a kiss to another Collar up I sidle away
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Wedged
I buff the rear view mirror with my coat sleeve Crowded steps Groomsmen Shivering bridesmaids A blur of white lace disappears inside I slide along the back row Old, familiar, burnished slick She passes Me to the aisle Crisp scent of White Linen The ***** quiets I arch and crane A glimpse A profile wedged in memory Then, a kiss to another Collar up I sidle away
#love#regret#sadness#loss#relationship#marriage#memory
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
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