An obscure wedding

A close friend of mine got married today.
She wanted no one to know,
no one to attend.

I journeyed to her house,
early in the morn,
on the other side of the island.

Several years ago, we used to
have sleepovers in this nostalgic
two-storey apartment.

She slept in dark and queer little room
on the second floor, with just a nary
opening for sunlight.

Returning here today,
the girl has grown into a woman,
ready to take the vows of marriage.

Braiding her hair, i felt almost
like a mother.

She put on her floaty white chiffon dress,
and down the stairs we went.

I bade goodbye to the clock and cornices.
Unchanged since the 80s, they too
had watched her grow up.