White butterflies fluttering in this stomach of mine,
i revealed the diamond and its finger-shaped grip
imagined by the vulnerability from the eyes of my mind.
And you didn’t
respond
the ways
in which i expected
so i suspected that my heart was giddy at the end of the aisle
before your behind could be kind sitting in the crowd overjoyed and proud
at her son.
The eyes of my mind struggled to watch Mother Boat sail away thru dark oceans,
carrying precious cargo full of debt-free riches, little people we incept, “happy wife, happy life,” stability, romantic memories
and most importantly,
that revelation of the diamond and its finger-shaped grip
slipped on my Forever.
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