The Matching Ceremony

Whatever happens, it’s for the best
A world of bliss will come in time
Today is the day it starts

A short train ride, a sapphire dress
The smell of mint hangs in the air
Lights go flashing by

A loud announcer, their words blur
Murmured voices over a meal
And suddenly it starts

A name is called, one, another
But none of them are me
My nerves grow each minute

Standing up, I’m not sure why
Then upon the screen he is
Tonight I have been Matched