His best friend was getting married
he was so good at rejoicing with them.
He's scrambling around
trying to keep money in the bank,
but is honored to wear the suit and
vintage bow tie
no matter how much it all costs.
If left alone, the loneliness has a way of choking him
but he shrugs it with his might
as the happy couple glows before him.
The wedding day is busy,
they're on a cloud,
he works quietly to make it seamless.
There is joy and dancing,
and other happy couples join
he is unnoticed,
sweeping,
quietly serving.
I watch him as he leans against his broom
gazing with a wishful eye
at all the fairytale love floating under the stringed lights
his shoulders heave a lonely sigh.
He snaps out of it
and continues
sweeping.
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