top of page

A wedding

  • Writer: Jane
    Jane
  • May 25, 2021
  • 2 min read

Updated: Dec 11, 2021

She found herself at a wedding.

Thought she would never go to another one, but eventually she did.

Wearing her favorite square-neck, puff-sleeved blouse, the best one she had

Pairing it with black jeans, since in her closet that was the only sensible option.



It was one of those weddings she knew nothing about both bride and groom.

The kind of parties people attend to give themselves another chance rather than to congratulate.

But in the corridor, she caught sight of a group of old classmates

Rumors had it that someone would arrive a little while later.

Startled, she turned her face against the mirror walls,

Looking at her pathetic self: "What on earth did you choose to dress?"

One of the close acquaintances came to greet, "I need to borrow your closet", that was her answer.

So drive home they did and another skirt was chosen,

And another and another, all of which fit better with the top.

The friend helped curl her hair to kick it up a notch,

And voilà, she looked as stunning as ever, as good as new.


Two friends arrived quite late at the wedding, again

"But wait, I want to touch up my lips a bit."

So she went towards the balcony where the restrooms were at

Only to realize two people were, under the moonlight, kissing.

A woman whose face got blurred,

with a man who reached the party sooner than expected.

Frozen, then she headed back

Going through, it seemed, the endless line of walls.

Never had she hated seeing her reflection in those mirrors

As much as this time.

Looking at her pathetic self, she questioned: "What on earth did you choose to dress?"


Even when she sat at the very last table of guests,


Trying to make her presence as invisible as possible,


The wedding music just boomed too loudly for her ears to handle,


But she couldn't leave.


It was one of those weddings she knew nothing about both bride and groom.


But in this kind of party, she attended to congratulate rather than to give herself hope.


She opened her eyes from the uninvited dream, and tossed,

Numbly moving on to another,

As these were getting too often, too normal.


JANE WRITES.

コメント


Post: Blog2_Post
120891859_2738739356340885_2303321839995675393_n.jpg

About me

Hey, mình là Diệu Hoàng (alias Jane). Blog này là nơi mình ghi lại chuyện học, chuyện đi dạy tiếng Anh, quá trình trưởng thành và 1 số sở thích khác như đọc sách và thưởng nghệ. Cảm ơn bạn đã ghé thăm! Mong những gì mình viết chạm được tới ai đó cần.

Đọc thêm >>

Thăm JANE HỌC >>

FOLLOW MY WORK

MUSIC

ARCHIVE

ONLYLee Hi
bottom of page