a white bride, happiness. our sacred time is forever or ten years, whichever comes first. our marriage vows, giving way to things unsaid until we’re dead or ten years, well whichever comes first. tell me how i bring my life into line. tell me how you turn your back on so much time. tell me how she can ever replace you. hold me in your sacred arms. hurt me until you’ve done permanent harm. help me with this little mess i’ve made. take me to a place where i can fly away. i don’t want to stay the same.