Words from your lips
cut deep with, rushing
through my veins like broken glass
feeling pain again and again and again
I cannot stop the bleeding.
Looking into your familiar face
you have become a stranger
sadness overcomes me
like a tangling fishnet
holding me underwater
the change was in me
casting off a former shell of myself
growing away from you
stepping over splintered glass
I walk down the aisle
the bride of experience
leaving maiden dreams and fantasies behind
the honeymoon is over.

~ ~~ by Kathy Eltringham