pret-endings
I fear I cannot give us a happy ending,
So I'll write us one. A "pret-ending"
A future where you get poems written for you
Because words are my "old, new, borrowed, and blue."
An ending in which our days begin together.
Mondays where I whine about the weather,
Tuesday mornings with a cup of tea,
I complain about a colleague, and you say, "How dare she!"
We'll make a pact to meet halfway
To have lunch together on Wednesdays.
Thursdays are for you to decide
Because I can't find anything to rhyme. I tried.
Fridays, we watch a movie or a show.
Flip a coin, heads I win- tails you lose. Let it go.
Weekends that I spend hearing you sing
Or sit and stare at you while you do your own thing.
We play a lot of rock-paper-scissors,
And the loser gets to chase away the lizards.
We fight over reading a book or watching the sundown
I look at you, watching the last rays shine, and put my book down.
Save me when I try to burn our kitchen
I'll do the dishes if you cook the chicken.
I'll watch you fall asleep
And talk you through your bad dreams.
Wake me up after your walk
You know how much I hate alarm clocks.
If wishes and boons were true
I'd trade the Midas touch for you.
As long as we cannot have of our happy ending,
I'll keep on writing us a pret-ending.
