LEFT STANDING

 

I cannot believe you made us put up 

tents for our wedding, left me standing

just to run across miles with 

someone who wasn’t ready.

You know what’s funny? 

I couldn’t see “this” sign, I couldn’t tell it.

If I had a soothsayer mention to me, 

I could have died on the hill that

you wouldn’t make that out of me. 

But look what has become of me. 

Now I am not sure what to do with

this chairs and tables or this soul

of mine that you’ve broken.

Now these guests are asking me where you are? 

As if I wouldn’t be in your arms if I knew. 

As if we wouldn’t be taking our vows if I knew.

Let’s try this again, tell me it’s a 

surprise because if it isn’t,

I wouldn’t know what to do with this

broken heart of mine. 

I think I know this game, where 

the groom plays for a while and

comes to say “ta-da”, and the priest

says you may kiss the bride.

Except there’s no game, I am just in denial.

But you know what’s more shocking?

I don’t have plans or what to make out of me.

It was supposed to be us,

this ceremony, and a happy ending.

Some happy wishes, trips and kids. 

Now I am glancing at your empty seat, 

expecting it to tell me what to make of it.

What to make of this?

Voices in my head continues to run,

the guests look like they 

would wait until you come.

Some are asking me why, 

others are cussing you out.

For the first time in a long while,

I am unsure where I stand. 

I used to be your buddy, 

you could have told me as friend 

that you didn’t want us anymore.

I am playing in my head the things 

I could have done wrong. 

I am undeserving of what you’ve put me through,

Even if I did deserve it, there’s a thing called mercy.

You could have had it on me.

What was running in your head when you decided 

To stand me up? Is there a bit of remorse? 

I promise you could have just said the wedding is off.

I would have picked a bit more than little offense,

But that’s better than what you’ve done here.

Chairs are set, the priest is here. 

He is glancing at me, I am wearing 

the hair you said you love best.

I am wearing bitterness towards you and myself.

Then I remember it was just like our first date,

The signs were there - they just faded early.

You had left me standing. 

Now, I am wondering “what do I do from here”?

What do I do with this hair———

(Inserts a scream and rips off the hair)

What do I do from here?