She was my bride...

She was my bride

Three day old...




All that had been left unsaid
I carry them to the grave...

The morning coffee, the held hands
The trembling lips, the first kiss...



The rusted roses would know them all...



She was my bride

Three day old...




The fragrance that remained of her
Smells caustic, napalm wrapped...

The last kiss...
The silent tears she wouldn't show...



The hummingbird had heard them all...





She was my bride

Three day old.....