She hardly knew me but I dont think she knew many people.
She thought of me as a friend even though I cant remember her name.
She confided in me as I held back my judgement.
He didnt want to marry her but there was a baby coming.
It was 1974 and you did the" right" thing .
So there we stood at an alter in a strange church.
The thrift store wedding gown hung loosely on her thin frame. The white of her dress matched the white of her face .
She held a single red rose- the only flower in the empty church.
She looked to the groom standing beside her for a sign of love or reassurance but he stared straight ahead obviously bored and annoyed.
The Pastor said words.
The groom didnt kiss his bride but hurriedly walked off with her trailing behind.
The aloneness of that hour still haunts me as I think of the girl I only remember as the UNLOVED BRIDE.
