that day (9) – the last hours

the chronic of our wedding day

was made up of a few more blissful hours

of singing out there on the lawn

and sharing childhood memories

and eventual goodbyes and seeyousoons.

it ended on the bathtub rim,

with toothbrush chatter and giggles.

falling asleep next to one another,

in soft, white, fluffy sheets,

dream faded into dream,

and never shall I untangle them

but let them lead me on

into other spheres of growing up

and taking responsibility

and doing so with the grace and love

of God,

one another,

our friends

and our families.

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