My Pinstriped Trousers

It's the special day,
The day we had both looked forward to,
Dreamt of,
Our day,
Our special day.

The wedding on the beach,
Nothing major but infinitely special,
Our day,
Our special day.

The sun shines,
yet it is nothing
compared to you,
Our day,
Our special.

Everyone turns to see you,
Walking elegantly across the sand,
Your dress flowing behind you,
Purest white to match your soul,
Our day,
Our special day.

We turn and face the altar,
Muffled years of joy seeping from aged women's eyes,
Our day,
Our special day.

The bride takes the grooms hand,
Both smiling,
On our day,
Our special day.

The congregation sit,
And stare at the happy couple,
Our day,
Our special day.

And I sit alone,
In my pinstriped trousers,
That doesn't matter,
Because
It's your day,
Your special day.

You stole our day
And made it his,
Our special day no more,
But yours.

You can take their stripes away,
Erase the bars but it is still prison,
Just me
And my pinstriped trousers.