Chapter 2: Pipe Dream

I cried myself

from the remnants

of you:

A set of eyes

sheening the rays

of light,

As those lips

and

your bitter

-sweetness smile.

I held you

and

‘twas like

a déjà vu;

We shined

and

beam like

those stars

at the night;

Glistening

and

pleased,

walking through

the aisle.

You faced me

-so did I

with shaking palms;

My ebony eyes

locked into

those sight.

We shared our vows:

the bell rang

on its style.

For all I know

the clock rang

woke me calm,

Too vile.