I Can See

I can see me coming home to you...

I can see you, beside me on the comfy couch, watching marginally interesting TV

And being very content;

I can see being your plus one...

I can see you barefoot in t shirt and sweatpants with a weekend's worth of stubble

And looking the handsomest that I've ever seen you;

I can see me beaming at your shining moments,

never elipsing your happiness but reveling in it;

I can see mutually sharing sadnesses, disappointments and loss,

that however profound when shared is somehow more lightly bore;

I can see you leading the small pack of grandchildren,

down to the shoreline in pursuit of the most wonderful of shiny seashells;

I can see us moving at the speed of life;

I can see us smugly doing life's victory lap with joy and peace in our hearts

because we were just too stubborn to settle for less and finally were emotionally

smart enough to realize that each other held the key...

Next Time

Next time...if there ever is a next time...I am not going to be so damn nervous.  I'm going to take my time.  And when you and I are looking at each other face to face...I'm going to hold your gorgeous, handsome face in both my hands and kiss you...

Really kiss you...

And you'll know...

Know that I mean it.