On the brink of wedding-cliffs,
I clung to my pals.
Yet the grip loosened
as their nuptial rings clasped their hearts
in a wound-tight hold
leaving me aloof on the summit
with nothing to hold onto,
or to wrap around my finger.
The dialing tone
to my long-distance pals
was hung up by the soft coos.
While the clock inside me
ticked and tocked
amidst the chaos of my neighborhood.
I wish my pals had dragged me
off the wedding-cliff,
just to silence the words spilling
from my chaotic mind
onto this page.
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