Odes to Joy

?Interrobang! · Track 29 · middle

Witness to a Love She'll Never Have

OBJECT (intimate, what Sisukiro found): an engraved wedding ring. OWNER (re-linked by Sisukiro): Forever Alone Fiona — professional bridesmaid from America; note the irony of the name. FOUND AT: an uninhabited atoll in the Tuamotus. THE (UN)LIKELY STORY & THE UNANSWERABLE QUESTION: Fiona stands beside other people's weddings for hire though she's Forever Alone; left an engraved ring on an empty atoll. Can you witness a love you'll never be given?

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Found it on a bed of white coral rubble.
A perfect circle of gold, sitting in the sun.
Worn smooth on the inside.
I didn't need to read the engraving.
I just knew it wasn't hers.
Forever Alone Fiona.
Paid to smile in peach chiffon.
Paid to catch the bouquet she’ll never throw.
Twenty-seven weddings, the journal said.
Twenty-seven different shades of someone else's happy ending.

[Chorus]
How many times can you stand beside it?
Hold your breath for their 'I do'?
This ring, a question mark left in the sand.
Can you witness a love you'll never be given?
Can you live in the house right next door to heaven?

[Verse 2]
From the United States to Papeete.
A series of smaller and smaller planes.
Then a boat across the turquoise calm of the Tuamotus.
To this specific motu, Tepoto Nord.
Where the only fresh water falls from the sky.
She chose the atoll that cannot hold a well.
Chose the salt-rimmed emptiness to hold this one, small, heavy thing.

[Chorus]
How many times can you stand beside it?
Hold your breath for their 'I do'?
This ring, a question mark left in the sand.
Can you witness a love you'll never be given?
Can you live in the house right next door to heaven?

[Bridge]
The hermit crabs clicked past it for a week.
A metallic sound on the limestone.
A sun-warmed promise with no one left to promise to.
Maybe the engraving was her own name.
A quiet vow to the witness.
A vow to the self that stands apart, and sees it all so clearly.

[Outro]
I hold it in my palm.
The salt air is thick and warm.
The surf whispers on the reef flat.
The question doesn't break.
It just… hangs.
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