The Bride In the Photograph
There’d been no warning, no call;
it caught me completely by surprise.
When I opened the paper
and turned to page three, I saw
the bride in the photograph
next to a man that shouldn’t have been free.
We’d broken up before but
we’d always found our way back.
True love would prevail
and one day I’d be
the bride in the photograph
with his arms around me.
I crumpled up the paper,
then opened it up again.
I couldn’t stop staring at
the bride in the photograph
and all I could think was
it should have been me.
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