come home
from the wedding, her in white,
him in black.
covered in confetti.
it's the last time i will
see them happy.
but the glow of them.
the smile on her face.
the grin on his.
it's as if
they've won the lottery of life.
finding love
so young, so right.
it isn't long after they
return from some island,
their honeymoon that i
will hear the crash of dishes
against our shared wall,
their voices raised in anger,
as they begin their lifelong
fight.
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