Arriving in a silver limousine,
a woman, dressed in lace, is getting wed.
No other half stands present on the scene
coz Megan’s match is to herself instead.
She’s nervous, but the passion’s plain to see
as she repeats her vows first once then twice;
and afterwards the tearful guests agree
the service – though unique – was rather nice.
An Usher sighs and thinks about his wife,
while questioning the way it could have been:
would he have lived a very different life
if he’d said yes to himself, aged nineteen?
The bride’s names etched into the wedding band;
twice-written with a curly ampersand.