Accidents: A Collection of Poetry

all my friends are getting married

all my friends are getting married,
either that, or getting ready to,
while i complain in the mirror
every morning. why should i be worried?
i have lines on my palms, too,
and rely on lip balms to get these
half-moons hydrated. then again,
all my friends have seen outside, perhaps
they spent most of their lives
learning how to smile, while
i sat with eyes closed, dreaming.
and I know how to smile
and walk,
and march. i even know how to say
"I do" on cue. i even know
who to say it to. so, i admit,
i'm a little bit jealous. still,
all my friends are getting married and
of course, it's what they wanted, but
if being wed means to be
with someone you truly love, then
i might have to make these half-moons turn
right side up into a smile — there is someone
who makes my days worthwhile,
and that's enough. perhaps someday
i, too, shall wear a suit and tie,
and watch her walk down the aisle, but for now
i'm content. when she
takes away my frown, when she
keeps me up when i'm down, i can say that,
seeing her in a gown should be the least
of my worries, now —
i shouldn't hurry, now,
all my friends are getting married, but
i was first to be forever-bound.

— A. P.