Singed Lace

At Kayla’s wedding

You caught the stocking

I dreamed that

You’d sit me down

In a chair at ours

And throw mine

Out to a crowd

Of your frat brothers

And one of them

Would catch it

And be the next in line

For the altar

But that ring melted

With that dream

And that stocking

Caught fire with it.

-Timber Heard