Church interiorwith light-streaks of bluewhich, in theory, arereminders of you.We once had been joinedbefore God and all:we’d been overjoyedor so I’d recalled.In just such a placewe spoke our high vows,before blue Mary’s facewith stars on her brow.You wore a white dress —though that was a lie:and now I confessI fully knew whythough I didn’t hearmy own blue-heart doubts.Instead, with good cheerour bond was pronounced.You asked me to changeand I went along.My self rearrangedin hopes I’d belong.As years passed us bythat lie festered, grew.Yet still I would tryto be worthy of you,to reach that high barthat rose far away,deepening my scarsas long as I stayed.Church interiorwith light-streaks of bluewhich, in theory, arereminders I knew.
