I edit and choke on the hope
This story imbued. A few
Months ago I knew who my
Bride would be, but today, I can’t breathe.
Hand trembles splashing
My sign of love with ink,
Remembering all what was
As my throat constricts.
I have no appetite,
Moving on little sleep,
Sullen eyes work over
Faulty manuscript, trying to keep it dry.
But for now, perhaps forever,
This is how it must be.
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