The first words
You ever said to me were,
“May I please take your hand in marriage?”

                                                    ­                                                                 ­      I stared at the burning cigarette
                                                                ­                                          Nestled perfectly between your fingertips.
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                My eyes made their way
                                                                ­                                               To the hand that was holding my own.

                                                           ­                                                                 ­I let the words slip past my lips
                                                            ­                                                                 ­  Without a second thought or
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                   Hint of hesitation.
                                                     ­                                                                 ­            Because for once in my life,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­             Something felt right
                                                                ­                                                                 ­  In welcoming spontaneity.

The first words
I ever said to you were,
*“Of course.”