My feet were killing me
in those white high heels.
The descent seemed too steep
and perilous for my inexperienced
feet. But I held onto the railing
took a deep breath, and started down
while you waited with the minister
in the living room, a confident smile
on your face, the sun flaring over you
creating a surreal atmosphere.
Blinded, I tripped on the last step;
you rushed over, picked me up,
straightened my tiny veil,
and carried me into the brightness.