Corpse Bride

You have spent your life in the front row, Clapping for a story that is not yours. You know the way a hand looks held, And how a quiet look can feel like sunshine, Because you have memorized it from a distance. You keep a shelf of words you have never used, Saving the best parts of your heart For a ghost you have been waiting to meet. You know the poetry of a promise by heart, The way a ring should feel, The way a name should sound when it's cherished. You have kept your soul tucked away like a pressed flower, Waiting for a touch to make it bloom, You write about the magic, the late nights, And the way two people become one soul But you are still just the one with the pen. You wonder if you are just a mirror, a witness, A reflection of love you see around yourself But never inside yourself