Walk back down the aisle -

No cameras, no flowers this time.

You will find your way back home, no one at your side.

Only absense will be your lover, regret your bride.





And this is my new vow

not to have you or hold you

no more my arms enfold you

from this day on.





And with all that I am

and all that I have

I still honor you.





So go, take your records,

I want the plate from Mexico.

Go, and don't look back

to swimming in the azure blue.





We have lived and partly lived, not to let this happen

You took my hand, I gave it to you, I take it back.

Ten years could be a lifetime, now we count the ways

to leave the burning sameness of these days.





And just the other day

I saw it there

gleaming in the attic twilight -





my wedding dress,

still off-white, still my mother's,

as she must have seen it

when she left Dad.





So go, damn this whole thing,

I don't know how we got here.

Go, and don't look back, dear,

the way I always did.





And I still do.