School Writing

The leaves fall fast to the earth; they crunch under my converse. The air is crisp and the breeze is ruffling my dress. I see him, he seems so far away. The music plays gentle and sweet, like a mothers kiss to her fragile child. I hear the whispers of my family, my friends. I feel the warmth of my fathers body, standing so close to mine. See him; his eyes wide with fear and excitement. Everyone is staring at me. We walk. My dress shuffles, white silk gliding against the ground. We get to the end of our journey. My dad squeezes my hand, I turn to stare at him. A tear glides down his cheek: I reach up and brush it away. The piano man is playing our song. Butterfly Kisses, floats through the trees and over the lake. He kisses my forehead and backs away. I look around at all the faces I know and love. I force my quivering legs to walk forward. There he is, already crying. My sweet husband. I smile and look at my sisters, they smile back. Meg reaches up and takes my bouquet. We look at each other. He sees me, I see him. We hear the dull murmur of the priest. We hear the piano man playing our tune. I love him. I have him. He’s mine.
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I walk. The leaves crunch under my converse. It is an exact replica of the day we were finally together forever. But now he is gone. And I’m here. I need him. I miss him. I cry, but no one wipes away my tears.