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