My Love Story.... (someday)

I’m not thinking about the sweet comfort your arm provides

wrapped around me reaching down to lace your fingers through mine

I’m not thinking about my head on your beating chest

moving up and down as I feel your breath on my neck

I’m not thinking about your deep love for me

smiling ear to ear as I said “yes” with you down on one knee

I’m not thinking about the ring hugging my finger

as we made a promise to hold each other forever

I’m not thinking about our lazy honeymoon

staying up late and waking up early doing what new lovers do

I’m not thinking about what our kids will be like

popsicle smiles and laughter fingerprinting every corner of our house

I’m not thinking about growing old together

falling more and more in love with each wrinkle and gray hair

I’m not thinking about spoiling our children’s kids.

Too many curly haired blue eyed blondes to count

I’m not thinking about the words spoken with your last breath.

Our hands locked together with tears soaking the hospital bed

I can’t think about our life as if I know how it’ll turn out

Until I can put a name and a face to this man that I love

but still know nothing about.