Altar

Altar

A Poem by Lydia

I wonder when
the wedding is --
as if I have a right

It's not me
who will be standing
by his side
dress of white
smiling

It's not my ring
he will be wearing
or my bed
he will be joining

No it's not my hand
growing old
holding his

What are the chances
of being left at the altar?

(as if that's safe to wonder
without giving myself away)

The saddest day
will be when
it is a sin
just to love him

© 2018 Lydia


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These words are deserving of much more attention than they have so far enjoyed, I hope my visit to them will provide the kick start and thrust they truly deserve... Neville

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Lydia
Lydia

Seattle, WA



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