This sonnet was somewhat inspired by Rosanne Cash's "Seven Year Ache". Accordingly, I gave my poem the same name.
Seven Year Ache
Night takes to you like you never left town,
touches your cheek, forgives the small bad things.
I guess you're a dog in a wedding gown:
awkward and can't remember what to sing.
Someone taught you how to apologize,
but not how to stop stepping in the cake.
A little girl-person couldn't realize
the self-sufficiency we're s'posed to make.
Walk down the aisle; you're barking through your veil.
Night waits, arrayed in too many lapels.
Guests are half-certain this marriage will fail,
but you stay convinced it'll all go well.
I've lost the instructions; done it again.
Remember when you took off, way back when?
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