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I was the only one that cried that day

as she came down the grassy pathway

the sun shining down on her as if she descended from heaven

An elegant white gown made her skin look all the fairer.

A tear sailed down my cheek, the light

reflecting a memory.

That last summer I spent with her in innocence and fun

working on projects together -- she was my self esteem

Powerful unspoken bonds connected us as we

shared the sorrow of our lives

but continued on in peace until the sun set

signaling the time for rest

We'd whisper in the darkness until we

fell asleep on the same floor her father's feet couldn't reach

as he died.

Tears hit my soft blue gown

when I passed her the ring

to slip on the finger of that undeserving man

that mortal man she bent to her will

submitting completely - at least for now

Taking away my responsibility to

protect her and always be the one to make her smile

at the worst of life.

He provides no castle or riches she deserves,

Nor ability to bend time and space at her whim

Yet while they are together in their trash hold living quarters

He can't help but make me smile

Knowing she is contented.

 -Victoria M. Whitby