Good mourning.

Alarm beep, 6 a.m, quick phone call, my eyes are wide open so eager to start the day
I hear the birds singing, I see the sun smiling, but it's his day not mine
Walked outside and the world paused, everyone says it's my day I don't know why
clearly the man in black wearing a carnation is more nervous than I am, it's a hard day
for him, but it's his, he silently whispers "you know I wont let your hand go at the end of
this aisle right?"
November 4th
I always wanted a fall wedding, my face shows more joy than possible,
and can one be too happy, only when living out her fathers dream
He smiles so hard just like we rehearsed, his steps are slightly involuntary but we are soon
getting there, I see my groom, funny enough his face is unclear, I have to wait for a closer
view
The time is now, he is holding on, he wont let go, his heart is beating fast, he says he can't
do it " I can't let my baby go" but he has no choice but to do it, and suddenly I feel empty,
why am I crying? My wedding day? Dad?

Alarm beep, 6.a.m, phone call down stairs, doesn't sound very pleasant
I hear the whispers, I look out my window the birds are gone, the sky is dark
I quickly jump out of bed and she hands me the phone, it's my mother, she painfully
whispers "he said to tell you he loved you, and you are his baby"
November 4th
It's raining on my side of the world, it should be everywhere
I'm angry, he left me, am cold, am empty, did he really?
The doorbell rings and I really hope it's him, I open it so eagerly and there they are
"comforters" the words are ringing in my ears louder than the siren "he was a good man"
All I felt, all I dreamt, I can't scream, I can't cry
The world is frozen, it paused from all emotions
Of all the things that could possibly go through my head it occurs to me "down the aisle
without dad "For the rest of my mourning I sit in the day that never happened.