A day so special
One could hardly breathe
As we walked down the aisle
My beloved and me.
A short ride home
Felt like only three seconds
As he carried me in
With soft tender sweet kisses.
Not long had gone by when I noticed his absence,
Until I heard a strange voice
Calling me from the cabinets.
Into the hall, my face shown but horror
As my husband stood there with a knife in the corridor.
He smiled so wide, as my feet moved to hide
Until I found myself hearing the tides.
I blinked and found myself at the beach,
But there he was, not far from my reach.
As he drew near, he said in a whisper,
“It’s not me, my love. Calm down, and come hither.”
He raised his hand, knife shining so grand
As I pushed him onto the floor.
I grabbed the knife, and stabbed with all my life,
My beloved who bled love and gore.
Once I had blinked, I realized my feet,
Were once again touching my carpet.
My dead husband lay still,
As I dropped the knife with pure chill,
Unsure of what I’d just done.
Only then did I realize, on the dresser,
My teary eyes formed as I saw my bottle.
With pills not taken, my mind completely shaken,
I’d forgotten my own true self.
With my true love gone, on my wedding night so long
My illness shall marry me instead.