A series of poems (3)

We were supposed to be Married!
Den you left me at the altar
Ran over my white pickett fence
Crushed my business
We were supposed to be Married!
Making money together
Making decsions together
A team
A pair
One for the books
For the long run
Maybe you are just my brother
A look alike
Imposter
You were supposed to be my Husband
My till death do we part
The only sunshine to my rain
Sleet
And Hail
Don't believe in divorce
Shit ain't easy
But the rings were left at the altar.
Love under investigation
"Its all about the bride" they say.
Well I'm 4 years early
There's no wedding today.