No One Here

No One Here

The bows are on the pews, champagne awaits -
A stillness in the air - it's hard to breathe;
And all of it is wrapped around our fates.
We'll stand here in this place, our hearts unsheathed.

My dress has been replaced by Summer's clothes -
And yours as well - We stand here now in shorts.
For soon, I will declare myself betrothed -
With love and with permission of the court.

The scent of roses fills the air that swirls
Around us as we stand before a God -
Profess the love that brings us both to whirl.
How can this not feel perfect, only odd?

There should be laughter here, a happy tear -
But as I look around, there's no one here.