A Lobby Wedding
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My friends are engaged to be married
to the burdens we all carry and the times
we will never forsake or forget. And love
comes for the coldest of hearts…the most
artistic of art…the best among us and the
worst. We make poetry, not with words but
with the things we say…the words we choose
and the way we carry others even when we
can’t stand up ourselves. Love is love, for
anyone willing to open up a door, close a tab,
check out of the promised land of selfish wants
and lonely hands. And we danced at the wedding…
hand-in-hand knowing full well that whenÂ
moments end, we’d be left with just enough light
to get us home again. I remember them, as kids
who slept over each other dorms …huddled and
spooned, just to stay warm. Never embarrassed of
bodies or posture…just tangled enough to coil
together. A hotel is dark except for me in the lobby…
wondering how best to tell my next story.
