There is a story
In all of us.
The saddest part
Is when we let go,
And another
Writes the ending.
This is why
I hold on to you.

hold my fingers in yours
    let's inscribe
                                 love letters
  
       within the cloud's  
underbelly
               dimpling heaven
in golden filigree

         and terra-cotta   b l u s h

I am a bug
caught in

a spider web
of beauty

I know where
it exists

I know why
it exists

I know
my future

if I go there

I land there
anyway

I give in to
my capture

knowing
resistance

is futile

I went to your wedding
The woman I love
Marring another man

The service was beautiful
You in your dress
He in his tox
Standing under the arch
At the front of the church

The preacher was giving The " I Dos"
The preacher turned to you
Before you said "I do"
You called me to tthe front

When I got up there
You pulled out a knife
You stabbed me in the chest
Then you told the preacher to continue and said "I do"
You were both married

I woke up in a sweat