Something Still Not Yours

Plastic flowers in a clean glass vase
Dress shoes that got scuffed and blood-stained
Just an hour or so out of your day
Falling asleep to the sound of the train

Not a story quite yet
Just some idle talk between friends
The sort of thing you’ll forget when you’re older
Or put too much faith in

“Let’s have the wedding in March”
Faded pencil on the back of a postcard
Things you didn’t need to find
People you don’t know, giving a half-smile

“Let’s have the wedding in March”
“Let’s have the wedding in March”
Simple cursive with the date in print
Things they were taught that became irrelevant

Something still not yours
Something still not yours, in your hands
Someone still not yours
Someone still not yours, in your hands