It isn’t my wedding
But my heart is with another
It is not with me
The bride had it, smiling, speaking with guests
but she is now passing it to another
It fills them both with awe and love and happiness
Perturbed, my nervous eyes are on my heart
Don’t they know I need it back?
I yearn for it
I yearn for a drink as well but that’s not a great idea
It could harm my heart
Now the bride has my heart again
Here comes the bride
Gliding, radiant
Stopping, she passes my heart back to me
Tufts of soft black hair peep over the pastel blanket
Another girl has upstaged her but she doesn’t mind
An exquisite weight and warmth home in my arms
I exhale
Inhale
Beautiful baby scent
My six day old daughter