I remember how we met <br />the conversation we'd had from across the room <br />comedy spun by fumbling need for expression <br />the romance that began in the sweet <br />gentle afternoon sun of that December <br />when I was born unto love and matrimony...... <br /> <br />In the tapping, tabbing <br />the wedding bells chimed so prettily; <br />in the cyberspace in the emptiness <br />and when you flicked that handful of rice <br />over your shoulder <br />wasn’t that for luck <br />wasn’t that for ever <br />didn’t they promise that to you when you <br />swore to fidelity...... <br /> <br />I tumble over my own dreams <br />so we are through....? ...! <br />In my supreme daze of denial I <br />realize that I have tribes of me settled on you <br />the monstrously multiplicative epidemic <br />of love and tenderness; <br />beyond the last moment of this era <br />when the outlines of this town <br />would be mowed down for <br /> newer shades of concrete <br />some memory will bludgeon into a <br />schema of what used to be – <br /> <br />Smile, ..... <br />for I parted empty <br />leaving tribes of me settled on you <br />leaving you to wonder <br />are we through? ? ? ?<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/till-disillusion-do-us-part/
