Vows
The night of the wedding
you stood next to the French doors,
your velvet matching the
mood of the marble.
Grief is like the moon,
you said,
you can't swallow it whole.
—Mala Hoffman
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Vows
The night of the wedding
you stood next to the French doors,
your velvet matching the
mood of the marble.
Grief is like the moon,
you said,
you can't swallow it whole.
—Mala Hoffman