We Never Even Got to the Alter

We Never Even Got to the Alter I hug your ghost as we fall asleep Something blue and something to keep But your ghost soon fades in invisible shades And the lilac daisy ring Hides somewhere forgotten On the twined made up daisy string. The memory goes away and all the pained ones too. As I hear you wonder If I will ever stay. You never got to hear 'I do.' Something borrowed; that's our old time. With infinite cracks lying in-between rhyme. Our olde dreams are our forever home. Which cracked when we were Done. Could we have had Our hearts made as one? A silver rattles round my shoe. The smell of flowers, freshly new. As the organ plays Upon this jubilant day. And as the sun shined on the morning dew The pastor waits for us to say 'I do.' But we never made it to the alter, dear. And I never got to see your tears. As I pledged myself to you forever here And you dropped your mask at the door. I wonder if it's still waiting there, dear. Because we were both so sure, before. Now the veil lies in wait in some old department store. Just like our diamond rings I wonder if you ever found mine Against the music box tings. For that is all we are, dear. Of rust and ink and old spirit bones. I take your hollow heart and mine to mix with solemn tones. And now, I fear, I must leave us here. In the cracks of in-between. As we forever wonder What could have been forever fonder Than memories of 'could have beens.' I never got to hear 'I do.'