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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-06-24 09:12 pm
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The first time I meet him, 
I dress as a potted plant, 
and he is a ghost. 

He threatens me
with his warm beer,
and I tell him 
he is an annoyance,
and I turn and walk away.

The second time we meet
our friends exchange vows.

I mock him
for not eating his vegetables, 
and refuse to dance,
until my brother-in-law sweeps me away.

The third time we meet,
we walk in brutal winter wind
to a bar that is closed
after watching a matinee.

Then we walk on grassy ramparts
and imagine our children,
and I think I'm in love,
and he knows that he is.

Our friends' vows are broken.

Yet he and I are forever bound:
for better or for worse
for richer, for poorer, 
in sickness and health, 
as long as we may live.

2025.06.24