All around this morning I sense their aroma
One bouquet sits in a bulbous vase of purple
A second in a brick of indigo glass
Another rests in a twist of translucence
And another in a cylinder of crystal
One perches in a small practical pitcher
While another graces a humble Mason jar
And their fragrance fills the room
Even the rose boutonniere I wore
As I greeted the assembling guests
And then walked her down the aisle
And later wandered the reception maze
And finally kissed her goodbye --
The one that lies now on the nightstand
By the clock-radio that whispered 2:18 this morning
Right before I finally dozed off
Still smells sweet
Now awakening
Memories sacred
What's missing?
The bride's bouquet
Now I remember
She gave it away
Tossed it into the hands of a lucky dreamer
Her laughter filled the air
And her fragrance filled the room
Something else is missing
The bride
Now I remember
I gave her away
Entrusted her to the hands of a lucky dreamer
Their laughter filled the air
But her absence fills this room
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