the priest
asks me
as i sit on the front
step
of the church
while everyone inside
awaits for the
wedding to begin.
i'm tapping my foot, biting
my nails.
more nervous than a cat
in a room full
of rocking chairs.
trust in God, he says.
relax, put everything in his
hands.
you'll see.
things will work out
just fine.
you love her, right?
okay, then. make a go of
it.
what's there to lose,
but everything you own,
your health,
your peace and quiet,
the sanity of your
own mind.
come on my son, let's
get this show on the road,
everyone is waiting, let's
get this done.
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