Up In Smoke
How beautiful the wedding dress she held
against her skin. How delicate its lace.
What happiness inside her heart would swell.
But now big teardrops rolled down her sad face.
Her fiancé had called that night to say
a thing most unexpected. Though he’d tried,
he simply could not find another way
than call things off. His love for her had died.
As she lay sobbing, she was unaware
a fire had started when she slept. She woke
to her alarm’s shrill sound, and out of there
she fled while her small house went up in smoke.
She sorrowed seeing everything burned down.
Her dreams are charred now like her wedding gown.
Jan. 18, 2022
for Edward ibeh's This Or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
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