The Bride's Mystery

A relationship gone awry

That left you both dissatisfied 

Yet saw just one break down and cry

The other choosing suicide

Before the tears had even dried

On that who would've been the bride

Of that who'd chosen to have died

Without so much as a goodbye

To that with whom he'd shared a lie

I'm sure that we can both agree

That the one who died wasn't me

Who else could've penned this poetry?

Nor was it you,one might insist

As you've been busy reading this

Trying in vain to figure out

Who or what this poems about

Would you be surprised if you knew

The person I'm referring to

Is that whom you'd least expect 

One Whose life will intersect

With that Whom I'll take to the grave with me

Their everlasting secrecy

Mired in the mystery

Of that who was the bride to be