I recently found out that the girl I thought I would always marry is engaged. I write this to her and the countless other beauties I've waited out for nought.
I wanted to see the underside of
your chin as I, one-kneed, fumbled
for your dime thin ring.
I wanted to see you minutes
before morning, the last night
we kissed in pieces.
I wanted to see your eyes cautiously
glance around the standing congregation
as my heavy breath blew the candles cold.
I wanted to see your hands,
impossibly smooth, as they reached
to steal mine from pocketed purgatory.
I wanted to see the space between
your parted lips that now hold words
you'll only say to him.