• witter 5w

    I remember looking at you and seeing small light bulbs hung in the background, tables and people, hearing the clinking of wine glasses and cutlery and most of all, the white lacy tail of your gown tracing our path on the sparkling floor, my hands on your hips and yours on my shoulders, our eyes glancing at each other’s and looking away frequently to catch their breaths as we danced to our favourite song. Applause. Spilled wine. Clinking. Love. Laughter. Applause. Loud uncles. Music. Clinking.

    And now I’m in my suit, sitting in the corner, seeing everything I’d envisioned. You, beautiful in your white dress, in another man’s arms.

    ©witter