The flowers came with a price tag
on our wedding day.
Shouldered to bear your burdens and mine
instead of children.
Me, a stick figure companion
made in the image of your distortions.
“In sickness and in…”
We never made it that far.
Once, we joked about the stars and made them ours,
renaming them to our liking.
Yet, with this decoder ring I thee—
(We never made it that far.)
Finally, I realize not a thing can be altered
in heaven or between us.
Marc Chagall, Bride and Groom With Eiffel Tower (Les Fiancés de la Tour Eiffel ou Les Mariés de la tour Eiffel), (1936-1939).
