The Future
She stand there smiling
Her dress flowing
Tiny glittery dots sit in her ears.
She leans back against a tree
In front of her is Wat Angor
A hat is placed on her head
He smiles down at her
"Veux-tu m'epouser?"
She laughs "No ti amo troppo"
He laugs and pulls out his camera
"Sonreir" he says, she does.
They walk away hand-in-hand.
Are you still all alone?
WIth no one to hold?
Will you still be me
When everyone else leaves?
Have you made it there
to the place dreaded unfair?
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