She stood by the altar

Feeling similar to the bouquet she held

Beneath her sweaty palms

Beautiful but contained

Alive, but in a denouement

He gazed into her aquatic eyes

And saw unexplored depths

Of which he struggled to dive

And only ever glazed the surface

They never met each other

And they never got to say goodbye

To the pieces of themselves

That couldn’t cross the borders

When they founded their hollow love