Fragments of a Bitter Memory

It was my first memory: drifting down the aisle. Fists full of petals scattered in your path. Those sacred vows forever changed my world, for better or for worse. Countless lives that you plague. A disease on the path to your grave. Your smile once felt like home. A comfort in closure I’ll never know. True colors show with the bottle in tow, exposing you slow. The devil inside. Still chose to love you despite the demise of the man I had once known. Where did your love go? Struck by a worn familiar face. Hands that crushed my heart of gold. Seasons of life forever change. Healing the fragments you still control. You are everything I despise. Drunken devil. Wicked eyes. I would bury you if I could.