He was so very ordinary.
No movie star  looks about him.
Not my type at all really.
But he waited outside
My small flat in the
torrential Seattle rain
day after day.
Drenched to the skin
until I gave  in.
He just wore me down….

I have no idea why
I married him.
Perhaps because he
cried when Bambi's
mother died.
Or because
he was so gentle.
And I Knew he
would never try
to Control me.

He made me laugh.
Always knowing how
to turn around
my many dark moods
So often sad and broken.
How did he
always make me
feel so beautiful.?

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

I have lost him now
And my world
is not such a happy place.

Over the passing years.
I have acted out the
Choreographed movements
Of love with other imposters.
But.
When the evening shadows
turned to darkness.
And I was alone
In my bed.
It was you.
Always you honey.
Only you.
Knew how
to fix me,