Sometimes you wonder if you took the wrong advice
wearing a dress without photographs. In the silences
of a foreign land, his sadness seeped into your dreams
till you found yourself plotting to steal back
the wedding you never wanted. The future
that now hangs a prisoner in your mother’s house.
Her anger a police siren in your head, an echo
of the regrets you tore into tiny pieces,
the ring you tossed out with the rubbish.
Was he the prince you failed to recognise
because he was too close at hand?
How many tries at love can one marriage stand?