We dodge the questions like two school kids playing tag, chirping “We’ll do it when we’re ready.”
“We’re saving up.”
“We’re not in a rush.”
But really, we’re just plain scared.
We see what happens when there’s nothing left to run from.
Rain on your wedding day is good luck, they cooed.
So she slipped from the chapel–bouquet in one hand, umbrella in the other–and headed for the Greyhound station. She wasn’t going to screw this up.
One-way ticket to Vegas, please.
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I used to like flowers. Or at least I liked the idea of them since no boy had ever sent me any.
Then last year, flowers kept coming.
Roses adorning altars. Lilies dressing tombstones. Carnations saying farewell.
Now I’ll take chocolate instead.
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The fireflies were fairies.
The mermaids ruled the bath.
Tea time was with the teddies.
Her voice tinkled when she laughed.
But now the room is silent.
She never stops to pour the tea.
Her imagination stolen,
by time, the master thief.
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I missed all the signs: apathy, coldness, secrecy, guilt. I shut my eyes tight, pretending it wasn’t true, clinging to us like a fool.
When I finally let go, I didn’t need a sign anymore.
But I did have one for you.
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