there’s no point
in looking back
at the world unreal—
they are cruel reminders
of dreams:
we won’t attain;
we won’t reach;
we won’t get to be;
we won’t be.
That white wedding gown,
I made sure you wore beautifully,
was all too real—
and all I can do
is to glance,
as the both of us
walk down the aisle—
whenever I pass by
the chapel,
the flower shop,
and the tailor.
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