Poem 130, Sonnet 65: Lonely Wedding Poem by Samer Madbak

Your lipstick is untouched, your wrinkled skirt
Unironed, dryer hushed, your sweet cologne
Does not pervade the room, and all alone
I dust my suit and flat my yellow shirt
I will be unescorted, unbegirt
Tonight your darling voice will not intone
What dismal eve, what sorrows overgrown
Shall lade my heart and magnify my hurt?
I toast the newly-weds as I insert
A hollow smile upon a face of stone
I scan the dancers, swank and overblown
The tipsy couples vacuously flirt…
Your plate is clean, my lips unkissed and sere
They play your favourite song, I wipe a tear…


Beirut
September 22nd 2004