It hangs in the wardrobe.

Reminding her of the vows, 

and confetti. 

And lovely cake. 

That the relatives. 

Cooed about. 

She looks at him

Across the dinner table. 

Wondering when

And why

He started pretending 

And why she had to be his fodder. 

This big house gets lonely. 

And one day her daughter will 

Leave 

And all those cooing relatives. 

Will stop coming round, 

Embarrassed by the grief and silence 

The tears and sobs

And the truth 

That finally in the end,. 

Found a way....