Nuptials

Nuptials

Sunday morning
summer days and rest.
I pick up my paper and take
a long sip of my aromatic coffee.
Flipping through the pages
I see your picture
You have married someone.
Unmistakable your hair style
unchanged
your smile as  soft as silk
not beautiful.
but so very lovely
in my memory.

How could I feel so bitter?
You looked so happy.
I poured over the story
Swallowing every detail.
Like bitter medicine.

The absurd thought landed.
How could you do this to me?
I hated the unknown man
Now your husband.

Crunching the newspaper
into a ball.
I toss it into the garbage.
Later that day I cut out
the clipping.
And place it inside a book.

Knowing I would never
read or look at it again
Though realizing it was
something that I
could not bear to lose.