Roll the credits 

​As the bouquet tumbles through the air,

Time slows down to a complete halt,

A smile suspended on her face,

My mind begins to narrate…
She loves like it’s the last time 

her heart would get a chance 

to beat for a man,

With urgency and desperation,

Like heroes do as stories approach conclusions.

Indeed she deserves a fitting end,

Like the camera panning from joyful crowds to the sun 
A flurry of petals hits me in the face,

A gaggle of bridesmaids’ hands begin their race,

To hold on to a bundle of stems.

Indeed this be a fitting end 


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