White butterflies fluttering in this stomach of mine,

i revealed the diamond and its finger-shaped grip

imagined by the vulnerability from the eyes of my mind.

 

And you didn’t

respond

the ways

in which i expected

 

so i suspected that my heart was giddy at the end of the aisle

before your behind could be kind sitting in the crowd overjoyed and proud

 

at her son.

 

The eyes of my mind struggled to watch Mother Boat sail away thru dark oceans,

carrying precious cargo full of debt-free riches, little people we incept, “happy wife, happy life,” stability, romantic memories

and most importantly,

that revelation of the diamond and its finger-shaped grip

 

slipped on my Forever.

 

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