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We Never Even Got to the Alter
We Never Even Got to the Alter
I hug your ghost as we fall asleep
Something blue and something to keep
But your ghost soon fades
in invisible shades
And the lilac daisy ring
Hides somewhere forgotten
On the twined made up daisy string.
The memory goes away
and all the pained ones too.
As I hear you wonder
If I will ever stay.
You never got to hear 'I do.'
Something borrowed;
that's our old time.
With infinite cracks
lying in-between rhyme.
Our olde dreams are
our forever home.
Which cracked when we were
Done.
Could we have had
Our hearts made as one?
A silver rattles round my shoe.
The smell of flowers, freshly new.
As the organ plays
Upon this jubilant day.
And as the sun shined on the morning dew
The pastor waits for us to say 'I do.'
But we never made it to the alter, dear.
And I never got to see your tears.
As I pledged myself to you forever here
And you dropped your mask at the door.
I wonder if it's still waiting there, dear.
Because we were both so sure, before.
Now the veil lies in wait
in some old department store.
Just like our diamond rings
I wonder if you ever found mine
Against the music box tings.
For that is all we are, dear.
Of rust and ink and old spirit bones.
I take your hollow heart and mine
to mix with solemn tones.
And now, I fear, I must leave us here.
In the cracks of in-between.
As we forever wonder
What could have been forever fonder
Than memories of 'could have beens.'
I never got to hear 'I do.'
Copyright ©
Sylvia Lupien
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