Interim

I wait--

This, I'm told, not of me.

This, I'm told, only of you Dear.

A perfect marriage, most certainly non-existent,

Yet I sit and tell myself

That the whip cream and cherry are on this Sundae..

When they never were~


Fact of the matter is,

There are no facts, Sweet.  None save this:

I,

am left loving you, and you loving me,

Standing at the foot of the Bridge to God-Knows-Where,

Wondering if either of us will fall off along the way.


A treacherous journey lay ahead, though luckily, flowers

coat the stones we are struggling to walk on,

Making it more bearable.  You were always good at that.

Thanks for making this In-Between of sorts easier on me,

Though I should be foolish to think it isn't still killing you.


Waiting--

In the Interim of a Marriage Began, and all A Marriage Can Be--

A Marriage with new struggles, and a Marriage Strengthened and Renewed,

I think to myself~~~

I sing to myself,

About how I am learning to be happy for now...