The Espousal of a Friend
My friend is marrying alone
Her mother is too broken to stand by her joy
Her father gives advice best reserved for the town drunk
My friend is marrying alone
She sets her anchor so far from herself,
she floats within her own tide of sorrow
Her beau studies her
He knows if he suffers long enough
she'll catch herself in his eyes and pause
My friend is marrying alone
A wedding of seven day old hearts
cut out in perfect proportion.
A ribbon of need and affection tie the two
My friend is marrying alone,
we throw rice at her feet
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