The Day I Wish I Could've Stoped

A Poem by Cayley

I see them standing beneath the arbor,
hands intertwined by potential infatuation.
I see my father's detached expression as he passes the circular band of deception onto that of his companions freshly manicured hand.
I see his companions smile reflect mistaken happiness, like moving water reflects their blurred image.
I watch as they willingly lie to each other for the first time standing between the pale white walls of the angelic place.
The lie echoes throughout the room

I want to tell them to stop.