Stay

Stay with me

The henna on my hands isn't dry as yet

I am not a bride as yet

In a few hours

I will belong (ugh, what a dirty word)

To someone else

Body. Spirit.

Not Heart. Not Soul.

Those will always be yours.

You left, a bit rudely, I thought.

(No warning?)

Earlier than even you expected.

(It wasn't your fault, none of choose it).

I still feel alone.

In a few hours, however, it will be alright.

In a few hours, I will be a bride.

And a few hours after that, I will be with you.

In Heart. In Soul.

Always yours.