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Standing alone, the aisle stretches long.
Whispering guests shift in their seats.
Vows hang in the air, unsaid.
Promises up like smoke
from the snuffed candles
as truth sets in.
She’s not here,
and won’t
be.
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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