And then he vanished.
I vanished too,
and appeared in my high school’s dining hall;
that was the location of the reception.
What were we to have after exchanging the wedding vows?
A day’s old bread, dipped in tom-brown porridge.
I began to search:
“Where’s he? Where is the love of my life?”
“Ah, there he is, my groom.”
Then my amusement turned into a frown.
“Why’s he criticizing everything?”
He damned the decorations,
He damned the old-looking guest chairs,
And I damned him.
We disappeared and appeared again,
this time on top of a moving bullet train.
We took our rings out,
And wore them on our ring fingers.
No one needed to tell us what was next:
We held each other,
Him, my waist,
And I, his neck.
Our lips were about to touch,
in uncanny ecstasy,
when I slipped, oh dear.
I held on to the edge,
the slippery edge of the fast-moving train.
“Bae, the love of my life, my groom, save me!”
He got down on his knees.
‘I’ll be to you, what Scar was to Mufasa.”
He took my hands,
And let me go.
He dropped me.
He. Betrayed. Me.
That’s when I woke up.
“Ha, silly dream.” I blurted.
But deep down,
He’d still be the love of my life,
Even if he betrayed me.