To Have and To Hold
Dry, dehydrated crumbs break off the cake.
One year later once tasted
moist and sweet that evening
we first danced.
The cool prong of a fork,
a wedding gift,
pierces the stale icing.
Bending my elbow a little more
I bring the utensil down harder
onto our Anniversary dessert
nearly splitting the smooth glass plate into pieces.
Not our first shattered sacrifice.
One year ago you held me,
Arm in arm saying our hellos
Greeting our guests who had traveled
To share with us, this solemn blessing.
Those first few notes on the piano signaled our dance.
Your sturdy frame led me through the room of rhythm.
As I followed, my lips were wide open with joy;
the corners of my mouth reached up to my eyes
I sit alone with our cake—
The once bright jade in my eyes has grown dim like a winter’s moss.
Choking down a clump of floral-shaped sugar.
The sweetness of that day dissolves.