You trust that things will work out so solidly

That your breath changes before I can whisper goodnight 

I stay up fretting 

Enveloped in you

Last night, I recalled standing in my mother’s bedroom mirror 

Spinning from all angles 

Checking and double checking how the purple dress fell

Would it convey how certain I was about marrying someone else

When you shrugged at the news

Did you know how many dresses I had tried on

to come see you