Mrs.

i stand here by myself
staring at the ones i have come to love
these people mean everything
i step forward and they rise
i must be dreaming
this must be a dream
i pinch myself
this is not a dream
i take another step
they look at me with tears
i look down at my feet
i do not see them
i am distracted by the brightness of my nothing feet
the feet i once saw are now hidden
hidden underneath a long thing
i am now Mrs.
i am no longer miss