Blue skies, blue dress.
New shoes tight across my toes.
Nails freshly painted in Chanel Gitane red.
It’s only been minutes, however it feels like hours since the ceremony began.
Strange words are spoken by a man in a green shirt.
He invites us to raise our glasses, but what we’re toasting to I’m not so sure.
The small patch of sunburn on my knee starts to itch, and my glass is suddenly empty as strange words begin to turn sour.
As a plane flies away in the distance to somewhere I’d rather be,
I realise once again that I am restless, overdressed, and in the wrong place.