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Where Is the Best Man?

A Poem

By Steven BaldryPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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"Where is The Best Man ? "

Sometimes I think back to my Wedding day...

When down the aisle came my Bride.

I was standing firm with a smile on my face...

You had teary eyes and were trembling by my side.

The day was as close to perfect...

As I guess I will ever be...

Do you remember that gift...

That you gave to me ?

A Silver shinning Hip Flask...

Engraved "Blood Brothers" upon.

I was speechless.

My happily ever after had begun !

Little did I know.

That our race had been run.

I never thought our friendship would fade...

Just like the setting of the Sun.

Yet faded is how we were to be.

With no reason or explanation.

You turned your back to all...

And to me.

Remember, teenagers hustling alcohol...

With fake ID's...

Walking with a swagger casting shadows...

Down Gainsboroughs Backstreets.

So many laughs...

So many wrong turns we came to meet.

Speeding down the roads in that old Astra...

With a full back seat.

Pushing our way through clubs...

Like a couple of Kings amoung Men.

Living up to an image...

That came so easy to pretend.

I can't help but smile with a warm heart...

When I think back then.

I wonder if you do...

Every now and again ?

Or have you erased your past.

And where you came from ?

I try to understand.

It all just feels so wrong.

When ours days were Dark as night...

We would make some kind of Light.

Be there for each other...

Shoulder to Shoulder in the fight.

Dreams so easily made...

Springsteen the soundtrack to our masquerade...

As time passed it revealed...

Only the lies were real.

How we were together...

Became a legend in my mind...

A never ending mystery...

That I was soon to find.

Years of memories...

Of our shared fantasies...

Now Ghosts that remain forever...

Haunting me.

For all that we lived and we shared,

Only a deathly silence now.

I wonder how you disappear...

From all you knew somehow ?

All times that live in me...

Just a Bittersweet part of my history...

What happened I will never understand...

"Where is The Best Man ?"

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Steven Baldry

I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.

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