Matchmaking

by

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?

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