It’s 3 o’ clock and

everyone is wearing evening gowns

such a frivolous event

for such an unknown town

he sits beside himself, in the

corner where the the lights are dim

he had thrown caution to the wind but

it came flying back at him

horrendous decorations of pastel

dizzy chandeliers of iridescence

groom and bride make vows on god

but he questions omnipresence

what if love is pointless, he thinks

what if celebration of it is too

what if not understanding the feeling

or what comes with it is nothing new

he takes his last look at the couple before

forever holding his peace

watching his former lover

marrying the man of his dreams