a bitter farewell
from afar, we could tell;
she was a fine, classic lady
walking down the aisle, pretending like she owns the limelight.
her steps were firm; intimidating by bits.
with no hesitation, she walked besides the groom.
she nodded in affirmation; where we assume, she agreed to whatever just happened.
she smiled bitterly, then looking passionately to the bride.
it was a very intense moment,
we could not predict what she is planning to do,
her hand was moving in a slow motion;
pursuing the bride's shaken hands.
"it's okay" she whispered.
"i was going to leave this world soon anyway.
everyone, please, do not pity me. i am someone who will be gone soon.
be happy, be happy for them.
her hoarse voice suddenly filled the room as she moved towards us.
as she got closer, we could finally tell.
she did not seem too fit.
her black dress was too loose for her posture.
her makeup was deceiving;
as tears start dropping down by her cheeks,
her pale cheek was showing up.
she was... too sick.
"Sara, don't do this" the groom took a step and grasped her bony hand.
"i am here to bless you guys"
"you are not supposed to be here, at all!"
"why? should i go back to the empty tomb? are you going to bury me this time?"
"Sara! why are you doing this? you are the one who threw me away! i never had the chance to support you in anything; because you locked your door as if i were nothing important!"
"ya, i know. that is why i am here. i am not asking for your pity, your support, your prayer, nor your love. i am here to open the closed door you talked about.
i am here to bless your new life, with her"
"Sara, we are still best friends right?" the bride took a stand.
she slowly approached the heated scenery and with a forced smile.
"of course. that is why i trusted him with you."
"that's okay. i told you both. i am here to bless this marriage,
so i'll be leaving in peace. i just want to see you both happy. that's all."
she then turned herself away from the couple and started dragging her legs towards the exit.
and remember, be happy."