Sta.sh
Your lacklustre eyes
Lose their focus
As you listen solemnly
The organ's C-natural melody
The end of past things and desires
Your small bouquet
Of red roses
Are held delicately
Between your hands
Your fingertips
Lightly graze the thin petals
You stand there
Staring at the groom
Trying to smile
When all you can do is cry
A silvery tear
Follows the curved plane
Of your stone face
As you try to internalize
All of your emotions
You watch the groom
With a forced smile
As he stares forward
Genuinely happy
You try to come to terms
With the role that you will always play
That void that will never be filled
How you are always to play second fiddle
Always having to fake a smile
You flick a stand
Of hairspray laden hair
From your face
Clearing all blind spots
Allowing you to see your sister
Standing where you had just stood
So recently
The wounds still not healed
The groom whispers 'I do'
His eyes darting to yours for a moment
Apologetically, empathetically
You smile slightly wider
Slightly weaker
Your skin pulled taut
Across your narrow cheek bones
This is your sister's moment
Though it cannot be fair
This is your sister's turn
Your time is over
They kiss so sweetly at first
Much like yours had been last year
You lock your emotions away
Deep in the pit of your stomach
You keep smiling
Their kiss changes
A new passion flourishing
Like a forest of fire
Suffocating you
Breaking you down
The final humiliation
He never kissed you like that at your wedding
Your smile fades
As your emotions break through
Mascara and eye liner
Carried by the sea of tears
You could no longer restrain
A soft sob breaks through
The silence after "I do"
Tears stain your bridesmaid dress
As you listen to their cloying words
As you watch your husband
Your ex-husband
Leave the chapel
With your sister's heart in hand
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In this piece, you speak in sentences. It's definitely a stylistic choice, and it works with your voice as a writer. But it stands out that every stanza sounds like its own sentence. Like I said, it can work stylistically. But poems don't necessarily need to follow the rules of prose.
Lastly, a minor detail in the plot kinda struck me odd. I think it's a really interesting idea you thought up, especially even imagining the husband may have been seeing the sister on the side the whole time, but a year seemed a little short for me. It felt unrealistic a man would get married, divorced, remarried in a years span.
All in all, wow. What a lovely piece. The first 4 stanzas took my breath away. It was a great idea to focus on other things in the setting and describe them. It added much more depth and painted a lovely picture. Great work.
I know what you mean, by the way. I always have the impulse to spell gorgeous as georgeous. Every single time.
you almost had me teary eyed!
amazing emotional piece.