8/23/11

I really like seeing old couples

It gives me faith that women get less crazy as they get older

Although I should probably know better

Although he has perfected tuning her out when she goes on her adorable rants

His watch hates when he pretends like he doesn’t care

His watch was there from the beginning

And his watch always had a good feeling about her

Her ring on the other hand

Was always skeptical

Probably because she new he would one day purchase her replacement

Little did she know, that her, would wear them both

Stacked like totems, to show the total combination of her before him

And her as his wife

She isn’t the type to replace her past with her present she collects moments

And will have something to show for it at the end

And I bet he doesn’t remember what its like to walk with a free right hand anymore

Learned to drive with just his left

Incase she ever needed a second seat belt

His right hand couldn’t let itself get distracted by driving

So it rested like it was in the reserves

Reserved gently on her thigh,

If anything is to happen, his watch, would watch the road, as he

And his right hand, make sure she’s ok

His shoes were old and a bit worn

But they still squeaked when he walked

So he can at least sound like he had on new ones

To impress her

His shoes had his back

So did his jacket

After all

It hugged her every time he did

His jacket knew her smell, sometimes it held on to it

So when she isn’t around he doesn’t forget how lucky he is

But she was pretty lucky herself.

And her pearls knew it

They remember how nervous they got when they first got that close to his tie

But it’s not like his tie was all that confident

It almost choked him during that first kiss

It knew that landing him that kiss, would get it worn to all job interviews and important meetings

His tie LOVED meetings

It was now his lucky tie

And it lived up to its title.

He was wearing it the day he proposed

a long with a brand new pin striped oxford button down.

And boy did he perform well on his first day on the job.

He didn’t even notice the wine stain till he was thrown on the floor later that night

But no one could hear him complain about the wine, over the two lovers.

At least it wasn’t the cheap stuff.

Her butter fly hairpin watched everything from above

She was a fourth of an inch taller than his hat but she would never point that out

He had a bit of an ego when it came to his height.

That morning he stared at her in amazement

All that talk guys have about being afraid of being with one woman for the rest of his life went out the wide-open French window

This was in fact the only woman he would ever get to sleep with,

But he didn’t like to brag.

The only thing he was afraid of that morning

Is any morning from then on that he didn’t wake up next to her.

And 51 years later

As he wakes up next to her his watch suggests he nudge her arm

They wake up

And without saying a word

Look around at all the reminders of 51 years of stories.

They look at each other and burst out into an uncontrollable laughter

His watch felt like a compass that day

His watch had always wanted to be a compass,

But he figured making sure he’s on time to her, was almost the same as leading him her way…