By
Jude kyrie

When I first saw him
I thought how ordinary he looked.
Not my type at all.
Certainly, he was no movie star.

But he waited outside my small flat.
Day after day
in the pouring seattle rain.
Soaked to the skin.
just to catch a glimpse of me.

After a week I gave in.
And went out with him.
More to get rid of him.
Than anything else.

He was so **** comfortable.
Like an old
Sunday morning sweater.
I have no idea
Six months later.
Why I said yes when
he asked me to marry him.

Perhaps because the night
sky was too blue and star-filled.
Or because he cried
when Bambi's mother died.
Or because he was so gentle.
And I knew he would never
Try to control or hurt me,

He always knew all my moods,
my sadness sometimes happy
or so often broken.
He knew just what to say to
clear away the pain.
He made me laugh so easily.
How did you always make me
feel so beautiful honey

When the sickness came
He tried to hide it from me.
But I knew…...I knew...I knew

I have lost him now
and the world is not as bright
as it once was.

There have been other imposters
I acted out the choreographed
movements of love with them.

But in the fading light of evening.
when darkness swallowed the twilight.
It was always you honey.
Only you.
Because only you
knew how to fix me.