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White Dress

I remember he wanted to marry me
enclosed spaces shared tiniest of details
How I suddenly became the girl of "we."
that was years ago. End of a tragic tale.

Even a ring was placed on my finger as
a reminder for a day to with no pizzaz
somewhere absent church bells ring old, turn and chime
Something new, now blue. He said he would be mine.


-b.r.rivera
A  Rispetto.
#30in30
Poem 10 of 30, April 2012

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