Keri nudged me crying as they danced to Peter Gabriel,
"The way he looks at her," she whispered to me,
choking through tears as she had me look
And indeed his eyes said everything
and we could both see the serene ridiciouslness
of it, how it makes no sense
and how you can still ache so much to look
at anyone the way he looked at her, to have
anyone look at you the way he looked at her
as if nothing else mattered in the world.

And of course, cynically it would seem it should
have been exactly that on their wedding day
but the thing is that years later now
on tired nights with a sink full of dishes
and kids barely in bed and work gnawing
the thing is that Keri and I still see him look
at her. We still see it with our own eyes.

And my imagination wraps me in a world where
nearly anything is justified
by a silly notion that something matters
in the world.