sonnet 21
So. It's been twenty-one years since we stood together in that church, in front of all our family and friends. The brick and wood and glass and arches can't make us look small, because my heart is giant. I can feel it still today, as strong as ever. You, in creamy satin, gliding –— is it real? Oh yes: more real than anything, more true, more *more*. At last my bride comes down the aisle. Gesegnet soll sie schreiten , goes the song that's in my head, and in the air. You smile; I crumble. Then we stand and wait, so long, so old, so ready. But the time will fly: we’re twenty-one years old now, you and I.
