Don’t Die On My Wedding Day (poem)

Don’t die on my wedding day
I know
I’d feel your absence
As an oncoming storm
The heaviness
Of incipient rain
Or tears

Don’t die on my wedding day
I don’t believe
In psychopomps
Attar of roses
Or flocks of sparrows
Wheeling at my feet
Like autumn leaves

Don’t die on my wedding day
I’d like
To keep
This day, this enduring moment
Perfect in its imperfection
A beacon against
The coming dark

Don’t die on my wedding day
I see
You slip away
Softly, so softly
Into memory and longing
Your shadow tall
In the setting of the sun

Don’t die on my wedding day
I wish you’d stay…
Pick another
Pick none.
I’ll carry you in my heart
Long after you depart.

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About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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