I'll never be the mother of one of his children
I'll never feel a child we created moving in my womb
I'll just have to settle for him staying because he wants a partner
He wants someone to come home to
He wants someone to love
He wants someone to build a life with
I don't ever want him to stay out of obligation
Never because of "the kids"
I want him to stay because he wants to
I want him to stay because he can't think of his life any other way
Because apart from me, he doesn't have a life
Because without him in my lie, it is empty, useless, a cheap imitation
He makes me long to walk through the door at night knowing he'll be there
He makes me long to lay down at night, feeling his arms wrapped around me, snuggling up against him
He makes me long to hear his low voice growl in my ear every morning, "Good morning Mrs. Kennedy."
The other morning I awoke to, "So when's the wedding?"
I'm not in a hurry, so long as I know he's mine. But I want to be his wife. His and only his. Forever.
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