There are red roses among
the other flowers that hang
beside each open window,
the pastor is here, blue suit,
red tie, a smile that easily drops
its shoulders whenever he turns to
the clock.
There's music too, every note
finding its way out of the taps of
the organist,
there are trumpeters, so there is air,
cars in their different shapes
and complexions walk into the church.
The groom's been on his feet
for 2 hours now,
his parents and the bride's parents
are also here,
the absence of the bride is present,
doubt can be seen exchanging
pleasantries with everyone,
for a moment the large room is space
enough for much silence,
even the music begins to close her eyes,
you could see question marks float
on eyebrows,
the sky still sweaty blue, a normal day.
I guess, things would've been worse
if we lost her to the accident.