Sipping margaritas, you smile
I perfectly capture your enchanting essence and hold it forever behind the lens of my camera. You may not be here, but I have pieces of you. You count as the cars move from our window. You jot your findings down, and I count the minutes since you’ve been here. What do I do without you? How do I turn on the dishwasher? How do I do the laundry? What should I wear? Do you like my socks? 54 years with you, my dear, and one day you’re no longer here, I’m in anguish I’m in fear. What will I do without my love? Without the girl who wanted to listen to music in her dorm? I was so shy, the pastors son. Getting on a knee was something I couldn’t have done, I scrimped, and I saved just for you, a ring in a box in a box just for you. My dear my dear don’t you fear your Ron will be okay, wait for me.
I’m okay. I promise.
