James Comerford

(14-12-62 / London)

Waiting at the Altar


What am i doing here i could have called it off!

Standing at the alter shedding a tear
Getting married for no other reason than the fear
Of hurting those who supported us and made our day
one of happiness so sincere.

I should have, could have walked away!

The bride arrived and i braced myself.
Hoping and praying. she would falter before reaching the altar

As the wedding march played i stood somewhat dismayed.
Oh god shes going to go through with it
I pleaded within myself, please turn, please walk away from this charade
This farce we have created, this debacle of wasted joy, this sham of a wedding and the two young kids stood shaking at the altar.

James comerford

Submitted: Sunday, August 15, 2010
Edited: Sunday, August 15, 2010

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