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Cause For Celebration

  • 04-03-2007 3:36pm
    #1
    shiv
    Closed Accounts Posts: 408 ✭✭


    Was it because I vacillated between
    Looking at sparklers in shop windows
    And mocking the institution of marriage on bad co-hab days?
    Or because I wrote articles for a bridal magazine
    And tried to talk you into having more kids?

    What was it, exactly
    That made me so unworthy of a ring
    When they seem to be going cheap?

    Am I just too skilled at grooming and fixing
    Defective men for subsequent engagements?
    Do I get some sort of gold star for helping them
    Overcome this perpetual pre-nuptial state?

    Sprinting spuriously to the altar
    Without a hint of previous relunctance
    I see you look back over your shouder for a moment
    Before dashing to your appointment with happy-ending bliss

    And, yes
    I know you are truly sorry
    About the shock hurt
    The scandalous short notice
    Even still

    I must admit
    My heart did a belly-flop
    Into melancholy
    At your electronic announcement

    But how could I deny you any of this
    When I've always said you deserve it?

    I will just
    Throw some confetti
    On the good news
    From a safe
    Friendship-label distance
    Instead

    Watching the proceedings
    That will never take place
    For us
    In the future

    And, no
    I could never hate you, sweet pea
    Or begrudge you anything real
    I guess I just thought when the pyschic predicted
    You would propose within two years
    That somehow she was talking about me

    But don't worry
    In real life
    I'm not thinking about potential colour schemes
    I am busy making toasts and plans of my own
    Sending telegrams and well wishes from across the sea

    From everywhere
    Except
    Within the confines of my poetry
    I pinky-swear:
    I am only one hundred percent
    Congratulatory


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