There’s something about wedding albums

Mine’s already 10 years old

Coral flowers, his black tux, my sheer white veil

Just like my parents’ from 1981

I’m so glad after all these years they didn’t bail

I flip through both

A lot of warm faces

Gathered round to watch lovers take oath

Stained glass, sunlight, bright clothes – all so gracious

Pastors, parents, close companions

Phileo and agape’, so sweet

Till death do us part

To never abandon

Some days now it’s sad to flip through the photos

Through the years the numbers have dwindled

For reasons I don’t think I’ll ever know

I’ve watched Death pluck at will people seated in pews

How does cancer, ischemia, depression slither its way in here

Others are states away because it’s what they choose

Each person in my album has touched my life

A lot of fun memories

But I wonder if the whole time back then we were just skating on thin ice

It’s sad in a way but that album also documents the new union that was made

Who will hold the album next

There’s a voice behind me asking me to “come”

I set the book down on the desk and get up to leave the room

Sunlight flickers in

I gladly follow after him

My groom