“The Paradise of Strangers”
Eyes lock across a crowded room,
Glance broken by a passerby,
as hope forms in her heart.
A life flashes before her eyes,
Their first date, romantic and candle lit
followed by a walk on the warm sand.
The proposal, him nervously kneeling in front of her
Praying she’ll say yes.
The wedding, her beautiful white gown
him carrying her into the honey moon suite.
The starter home with a white picket fence
and a puppy bouncing around the yard.
The nights of unbridled, passionate love making
That eventually lead to-
A pregnancy, 9 month of discomfort to bring about:
their first child, a boy.
Naturally followed by another, a girl.
The perfect family, she can see herself:
waving the kids off to school,
making them snacks,
listening to their days,
having dinner on the table,
waiting till he gets home
smiling at the sound of his car in the drive way
and his classic “Honey, I’m home!” from the foyer.
She watches them send their children off to college,
Harvard and Yale, only the best.
Him holding her as she cries, sad to see her babies go.
The empty nest, where she has time to rediscover herself,
becomes full again with his retirement,
and the children coming home for the summers.
She imagines their children’s weddings,
the grand kids.
Growing old together,
watching the sunset from the porch swing,
arms around each other,
still as in love as the day they got married.
He comes back into view,
a girl walks up and kisses him on the cheek,
the engagement ring glinting in the dim bar light.
Ah, the paradise of being strangers!
Where possibilities are endless,
and heart break is only in your imagination.
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