Dress Rehearsal
I can still smell you
and the dull drum
sits in my chest.
You tore through my dream
draped in wanting for me,
eluded by your wedding band
which you’d curiously lost.
We shared a glance, quite aware of
the ominous metaphor.
I wonder what it might have been like
to be your wife.
I see you with her sometimes
and remember the night when you said
you knew.
You just knew you would
marry me someday.
Your certainty abandoned me.
The days are long, now,
stretched and warping
into a blind universe.
I continue to rehearse that life
everyday
and bed down at night
knowing tomorrow’s lines
are not learnt.
poem by Sonja Broderick
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