From the wedding dresses hanging
in thrift store windows,
to wedding and engagement rings
shining in the lights at pawn shops,
what made me so naive and ignorant?
Why did I believe that I would
be one of those adorable
80-year-old couples where the
husband (though using a cane) still
pulls the chair our for the wife?
The smile they give each other
reveals a deep love and respect
strengthened over time.
The comfort of having each other
through whatever may come
emanates to suckers
and believers like me and begs
us to take a chance.
So even though the signs and
evidence of ruin are everywhere,
I chose to turn a blind eye
and jump in anyway.
Not knowing that I would
forever pay the price for
my blind journey into the
mysterious and everlonged
hole of love.
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