Monday, September 08, 2008

Chapels and choices

Skipped a stone, a beat, a heart
and the chapel stony-faced.

A girl, the eyes, a sparkle
the storm, the night, an aisle.

She longed, she knew, her voice
the choice, she had not but made.

Her pain, his angst, the rain
and a wish that stayed alive.

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