Breastfeeding the ego

To me marriage is about trust,
It isn't just about lust.
What do I make of all of this
Is that me is whom I truly miss.

As I stand and watch the fireworks
The explosions of the corks
I enter a new era of your kind
And leave me as a shipwreck child.

Soon after the lights will dim
I will ride my own kind of beam.
Ready for what is here to stay
I'm what I should, if I may.