This morning I woke up all alone in a dark room.
I still had my tuxedo on but I was not a groom.
In my hand I had a box with a gold ring with a stone.
While a dail tone sounded loud from my telephone.
A vivid picture in my mind fresh from the day before.
When you ran out of church through the front door.
Who was he that took my place and stole your heart?
I haven’t heard from you since we have been apart.
I don’t want to turn the lights on or even care.
All that’s left is to look at your picture and stare.
My arms are empty and my memory of you lingers on.
Even though I refuse to consider that you have gone.
I can try and trace the steps that might lead to you.
But will it really change your mind to say I Do?
You have shattered my dreams and did not tell me why.
Was it so hard to confess and tell me good-bye?
Someday our paths will cross and maybe we will talk.
Or your guilt will scream at me to take another walk.
Meanwhile I will make the most of life the best I can.
So here’s waiting to hear from you and why you ran.
Copyright ©2008 OscarElizondo
A poem about a broken heart when the woman he loves ups and leaves the altar.