Weddings’ white brilliance radiated joy
As she walked by my side toward her groom
Whose face was bright with that wonder
Of change perched on his eyebrows.
So much light placed me in shadows suited
To the black I wore from toe to neck
As for a funeral and I sensed a dying,
Not then, but later as their jet lofted away
To their honeymoon in Japan. A part
Of me that was a father became extinct,
For everywhere I looked, I no longer found
The tiny rhythm that once kept time
With my pulse, tapping out a tuneless duet
Or a waltz with a small partner. I still danced
With my wife, but there were so many nevers
Lying at me feet, that I could not retrieve
Them before they slipped into a past
Where a little girl once lived with me.
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