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swiftly on
nearing 8 years
from 8/8/8
my wretched memory
conjures effortlessly
scents of candles, incense
a fitting tux, warm
doors flung open to
her there, bright-as-the-sun
my pounding heart, streaked cheeks

even distance cannot fade this picture
tears and tears come, joyful

those I do’s, hands clasped
at the heart of friends, family
isle of white, the blur of
dancing till 4 am
on the plane to
City of Lights

we will see you again

photos and poem 2016 by DC Lessoway