I stood at the alter
Seemingly the love-bug was ready
For flu season and you
The gal who stole my heart
Was about to steal something bigger

And we made something beautiful
When loin currents rippled with
Heart waves to sculpt a throng of memories
And I gazed at you and couldn’t help but wonder
How beautiful an eternity would be

And once you’re drugged on that fairytale
And the passages of yearning and the sore bits
Of your body, makes you immuned to ill-fate
When that marriage bubble
Seems like an adamantine fortress

And one day – hopefully far
When you’re marooned under a fluorescent lamp
In a well-lit hospital room – that’s when you realize
That love’s darkest hour
Is when your eyes are wide open
And hers are blacked out.


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