It’s sad because she wore a white dress as she said goodbye to him letting him go, finally. When she should’ve worn a white dress as she was walking down the aisle already practicing her I do. It’s sad because she paired it with tears that carried her crystalline pain when she should’ve paired it with her biggest smile carrying her most genuine happiness It’s sad because she was ready with her “I do” But not with her “goodbye.” It’s just sad because he could’ve said his I do But now, he couldn’t even whisper his goodbye. He didn’t see her in her white dress and he was gone before the happiest day of their lives before the day he’s been waiting for all his life. It’s sad that he’s gone forever while she’s in her white dress with the smallest hope that this was only a dream. And it’s simply tragic that their story ended before they even began a new beginning. That her white dress is the closest thing to what could’ve been.
*a. gale
I actually had this idea as a story, not a poem. But I was too lazy to even write a short story.