Music has stopped playing, the last song sung
Last visitor’s gone downstairs, last well-wisher zoomed off
Bridal train’s just left; the best man just took off his gloves
Taking in the spectacle of the so-empty, now-quiet hall
– soiled serviette, disarranged chairs, food-stained cutlery and all,
The silence reminds me it’s all over with the ceremony
To be continued by a longer, endless phase: Matrimony
Church service will end, dancing will cease at reception
But who should fall for the deception
That it all ended when the audience departed?
Wedding whispers only ended, the marriage music just started
Watching her leave felt downright sinister
But which would be better for my lovely sister:
To remain a dad-sponsored, mom-fed spinster
Or to become a blessed soul mate of a minister?
A memorable mix of feelings I won’t stop to remember
Ring on the fourth finger of a favourite family member!
And in the bottom-right corner of my cherished calendar
The date reads, Saturday the 17th, sometimes in December.
An emotion-driven yet reality-stricken me describing the memorable wedding of my sweetheart (sister). Deep and sentimental as my love for her is, there’s no denying the reality that we both can’t stay together (same status, same place, same etc) for life. Life isn’t designed to be static and we aren’t either. Happy Married Life, sweetheart.