Dearly Beloved, Do You?

I generally pull my hair back;
keeping the mess from my face.
But today everything seemed to come down,
my hair, my thoughts, my emotions.

As I was watching you
pack your bags for your final departure,
my mind soared through time and space—
back again we were holding hands.
Dearly beloved do you? I do.
Through sickness and through health? I do.

What happened through the years?
Who were we to be so in love?
What have we done to stray so far from that passion?
Who are we to break a vow
that was so real and true to our hearts?

What was the vice?
When was the day?
What was the word
that made you run the other way?

Two hearts combined as one,
now broken in two—
never to be made whole again.

There is no glue, there is no stitch,
that can mend these hearts back together again.

Now we are unwhole,
halved, Parted,
from what was once
united, combined,
formed as one.

If only I could go back through time and space,
then I would answer differently.
Dearly beloved do you? I don't.
Through sickness and through health? I don't.

The pain is too hard to bear.
We can't be mended,
for with each tear—I ached,
with each crack—I cried.

The splitting is unbearable;
the memories are corrupted.
Now I'm broken. Now I'm empty.
I don't. Dearly beloved, No! I don't.