Hope for an Old Friend

Ordinary life
with extraordinary wife,
a dog, perhaps, to keep him company
while she's off to shop...not!...
he'd rather go along, tagging behind,
watching hers sway back and forth,
perfect synch to his heartbeat. 
I think that's what he wants, pretty sure.
I could be wrong, read too much 
into the spaces between the words.
I'll bide my time, see if I'm right,
hoping on his special day
I get to kiss the groom.
Old friends can get away with that.
Or should.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012

I actually have several old friends of both genders who are currently hopeful of future bliss. Never too late.