we walked together through that old wooden fence
then you asked, 'can we please, please dance?'
I said I was too tired to do anything
'how come you never ask me to dance now?' you asked
I said I didn't know
you looked away from my eyes
nearby a rivulet quietly flows
'now we are built on lies'
I agreed, but I said something else instead
'look, honey, you know I love you'
I was honestly lying
you were right to say what you have said
you looked beautiful today, darling
in that white, white dress of yours
kissing your father's cheek
and your mother's hand
nothing is left of us, darling
at the end none of us were trying
but today I saw you smile again
though you belong to another home now
though I had to say the hardest line in this little life of mine
congratulations on your wedding, Gina.
I'm happy for you
I'm happy...
a simple poem of maturing former lovers and congratulating the lady for her wedding.