The red carpet path, down the aisle, towards the one
is where I fear I’ll walk alone.
The absence of an absent father, a daughter of none.
White, wedding gowns. Wet with tears.
Droplets of regret. Longing for love.
Who will walk me down the aisle?
My uncle, my cousin, my brother? Perhaps, my mother.
But not even she can fill the you-shaped hole
in my chest.