Snap. Crack.
I wake up in a hotel room
My wedding dress on the floor...
Held tight in the arms of my handsome new groom
As the rain pours down,
Driven by violent, heavy winds,
I think of my ghostly visits
And their insistence of my sins
Then a pain in my stomach
Makes me double over and heave
And I fall to the floor,
Struggling to breathe
My husband's at my side
As I lose consciousness...
And I see in the mirror
The Old Lady in my dress
I point to the mirror
But he doesn't see her
And I look back once more,
Just to be sure
She's standing right there
Now with children at her side
That same little boy and girl
Why won't they leave me alone... Why?
The little girl behind the frame
Bends down to stroke my face...
I feel the warmth of her hand
And my mind begins to race
I've looked into those eyes before -
Not as a hazy vision
But I've hugged her, I've loved her;
And lost her in one bad decision
Image after image runs though my head,
The pain in my stomach growing with each...
Then I wake up abruptly, in my husband's arms,
As he says, "Today, let's go to the beach?"
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