My invitation came late… really late. They called to tell me I was invited to their wedding and that my invitation was on its way. You received one, on time, addressed to the two of us. We both went, separately. I was nervous to show up without you. I wanted to walk in on your arm. The dress I had chosen was not one that should walk in alone. But, I did. I walked in alone wearing that dress. I asked the usher to sit me with people I knew, it wasn’t the same. You sat towards the back. You tell people you are fine. You tell them you are over me and just want to be friends again. As I approached, your eyes and your actions did not confirm the words of your mouth. You hugged me, and then moved on. At the reception, all I wanted was to dance with you, but you don’t dance. Once you told me you wanted to learn. You said holding me in your arms inspired you to dance. I danced all night.. in that dress and not with you. The night was young and you left early. I didn’t even see you leave. What will become of us? I suppose we are no longer us, but sometimes it feels like we should be.
Don't surrender your loneliness
Let it cut more deeply.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
-Hafez, poet (1315-1390)