Wedding DressA Poem by HighBrowCulture
I’m looking out over the dead garden Ghost of what could have been You looked like dusk in that wedding dress I promised what I’ll never get the chance to say
Our child would laugh You said he had my eyes I swore they’ve got too much summer in them They must be yours He won’t ever be He’ll never call you mother
Frost on the glass pane I’ll leave a letter in the ash When the rain turns to snow Will she know? I never meant to go © 2010 HighBrowCultureReviews
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14 Reviews Added on December 15, 2010 Last Updated on December 15, 2010 AuthorHighBrowCultureVAAboutWriting to create public disorder. Even if it means crucifying a Messiah. more..Writing
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