I was a vampire on the weekends
and she wore black to a wedding
we were quite the pair,
when you saw us
you would smile and think
“that’s one lucky couple”,
and in my mind’s eye we still live
but the wedding was a funeral
and the bridesmaid wore white,
the priest spoke in tongues
and the image of Christ wep blood
misfits from the grave,
trying to find each other
until we were working to escape,
and the rain washed away the tears
while the wind blew away the ashes
of all that had burned
in the fire of our passing