The Seven-Day Moon

I thank God for moonlight and weddings,
and the moon the week before the wedding.
Moonlight that called us outside
and waved. Our fingers snapped frantically and
rapidly to catch the shot while it breathed.
I thank God for dying batteries
and the desperation, the anxiousness they incite.
It was enough to capture our minds, our eyes;
we forgot about veils and vanity and venues
long enough to catch our breaths.
–Emily
currently listening to: You Know Where to Find Me by Imogen Heap

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