Church bells. White flowers.
He wears a suit that we picked together.
Shaky hands. A nervous laugh.
He has an ominous look only I can decipher.
A fake smile. A last-minute cigarette.
He’s burning the 5-year pages we came to regret.
Loud honks. A fancy limousine.
He replays our memories scene by scene.
A father walking down the aisle. A blushing bride.
He’s searching for my familiar face on the groom’s side.
“We are gathered here today”. “For richer or for poorer”.
He can’t tell. Is this a wedding or a funeral?
Jesus on every wall. Matching rings.
He stares at her but looks at his everything.
The crowd is silent. The moment of truth.
His heart says no, but his lips say “I do”.
One final goodbye. One last handshake.
He’s convinced tradition is better than heartbreak.
“Mabrouk 3arees”. “3a2belak habibi”.
He’s the one that never was and never will be.
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My incognito friend, thanks for making the visuals come to life.
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This is beautifully sad.
❤
you’re brilliant
Far too kind :*
Perfection! Your art is now my wallpaper!
Aww 🙂
Wow. This brought tears into my eyes!
Thanks for reading hbb. ❤
That was amazing. Literally took my breath away