Bow tie- tightened but hangs askew
Glancing in the mirror he shrugs; tired of the tireless toil of the tie.
Continuing on through a arched door stained brown like the late Autumn leaves.
With a gentle nod he greets his friends and family, cracking a smile ever so slightly.
Music begins to softly pour into the hall.
He takes his queue and walks his mother into a room.
The room if filled with eyes, ears, smiles, and tears.
His mother gives him a heart-felt kiss upon the cheek.
He tells her he loves her and let's her take her seat.
The man situates himself at the head of the room trying to control his emotions.
The music fades away and another tune begins to play.
The room turns, all attention aimed at the opening of the double-doors.
But nothing.
The song continues, but no one is on display.
The eyes quickly turn to convey dismay.
The man rubs his eyes. On a day so filled with joy, only grief he receives.
What was once a love painted red is now stained brown like the late Autumn leaves.