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[bodytext] => Today is a happy day. She’s looked forward to this hour since the minute she could first be laid in a glass coffin in the backyard. He’s looked forward to this hour for the last year, and though his eyes were closed, his feet kept pushing him forward. Masses have congregated to witness the union of my brother and his beloved. Masses have congregated to celebrate their lives, drink a little too much wine, feast on finger foods and meatballs, and dance the night away, into some stranger’s bed. Visiting the bride before the big moment, she looked radiant, like one could drown in her beauty and be lost and soulless forever after, like a fifty year old vet who still drops to the ground whenever he hears a balloon pop or a car backfire. The bridesmaids and mothers were crying already, though the ceremony was yet an hour or so away, and the guests and groom had not all arrived. The time went on, as it tends to do, and the sanctuary had no room in the pews for any other interested parties. It was then that the mothers realized that the groom was clearly late. Alarmed, they girlishly alerted the bride, true to form for the ugly gossips they were, and the bride began to worry that her worst fear had come true. The hours wore on, and I spent a great deal of time consoling the humiliated girl. She confided in me that my brother had been hesitant about the whole thing. She confided in me that I had done her a great service by protecting her from the judging eyes outside. She told me I made her safe. I confided in here too, made sure she knew that the problem wasn’t with her, but with my traitorous brother. I made sure she knew she was still beautiful, and I told her how disappointed I was that she wouldn’t be taking my name. After a few moments of awkward silence, she stood, locked the door to her dressing room, and laid down naked, next to my trusting flesh, under a warm blanket of gowns, and went to sleep. We woke up some fourteen hours later, and donned our proper attire. I thanked the Lord that my brother wore the same size as I did, and we marched down the aisle, hand in hand, heart in sunken heart, and wed and loved in front of those congregated, and infinitely patient masses. I never saw my brother after that day, and I know in my heart that he’s never coming back. Now it’s up to me to shoulder the burdens he left behind. The wife I loved, the kids we’ve since had, and the heartfelt empathy I shared with him as he struggled to exhaustion in the middle of that lake on the day of his wedding. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 966 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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