I received my parchment today
An invitation from you.
It said you’re getting married
Something we never got around to
I was surprised I was invited
I didn’t know we were ‘there’ yet
It’s either your bride is just that kind.
Or frankly, I’m not really a threat
It will take a lot of swallowing
To keep my pride down
But I want to see you at your best
And your bride in her gown.
And I will allow my tears to fall
So that when you look, you will know
Etched on my face is pure regret
For ever letting you go.
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