Sometimes love
looks like a wedding dress
that marvelously appears
like a lightning bolt in the sky
and in the end
it dwindles down
to a handkerchief made of cloth
flattened on the ground.
So was our love,
that has deflated
like a punctured balloon.
I knew it
you knew it
we knew it.
And neither of us said anything.
We left
that it was our eyes
to speak for us,
that last time,
when even the last drag
of a wonderful wedding dress
to vanish into thin air.

December 15, 2020