thewaitingone

I saw it in the paper today.
Court Blotter.
Our divorce is filed.
They misspelled your first name and my middle name.
Small towns, huh?
They didn't list the county we married.
I remember that day.
Spur of the moment.
Visiting your sister and decided to do it.
Got the J of the P at the last minute.
You bought a cute dress at a second hand store.
I cooked for the party afterward.
You looked so beautiful in the summer sunlight.
Your smile said, "Forever".
Your embrace and your kiss echoed, "Never let me go."
I couldn't see this day.
It's in black and white.
It is real and leaves me shaken like a night terror.
I saw a lady that knows us both.
She said you aren't happy.
I felt no delight at hearig it.
No joy.
No satisfaction.
No righteous justice.
Damn it.
It hurts me.
It hurts as if you were crying in front of me
on our wedding day.
How did it come to this?