Poem: abruptly ruptured nuptials

he only liked her

because she was there

it wasn’t as though

he’d actually want

to care for her.

but she was there

she looked the part

her beauty was her

only art.

she couldn’t chat

she didn’t read

she wouldn’t write

but she would believe.

he’d marry her

because she’d be

the one to turn

up – on time –

to the church.

he’d marry her.

and the only thing worse;

they’d never ever