FREE VERSE Poem: after party, by Delaney Ashmore

(for my beloved)

I help my sister sweep away crumbs
out of her hair & dress.
Everything is quiet; a still,
soft echo of kisses and vows and cheers
still lingering. My sister trades her
bridesmaid’s dress for sweats, kicks
off her heels, sliding into sneakers and
trading a bouquet for her phone.
The sanctuary is empty, petals strewn
down the aisle & candles flickering
soft, still. Except for you,
filling the air with a familiar,
gentle melody–blushing with
courage as I noticed.
I still notice; still remember; still smile.

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