My Bride

A Poem by Galent Sail

Things don't stay the same do they?

Swirling thoughts.
My bride cries tears of diamonds,
Our love, once so strong, so perfect,
So joyous, angels singing.

It's gone now,
My bride, she looks in the mirror now,
Her mouth, once so perfect and full,
Is now withered.
Her cheeks, once so rosy, so beautiful,
Are now sunken and hollow.
She finds the perfume bottle,
The one she kept from our marriage,
So fragrant.

She remembers when we were young,
Together.
I'm gone now.
She mourns for my passing.
She dries her eyes and heads for the door,
She knows her time is ending.
She smiles grimly.
Soon we shall be together.
Together forever.
Our love.
Unending.