She loves me, but it's someone else she's marrying.
Imagine all the airy tears I'm carrying.
In a crowd, elbow nudge
for emphasis, to make a point.
All the years mean something, so I don't budge.
Cruelty apparent, to her my ire I anoint.
"I'll see you at the wedding. I'm out of here."
Following me as I leave, I hear a voice very near
"You do realize the wedding is HER wedding."
"That's the way life works sometimes" :
We don't know where we're heading.