T.

I've been meaning to write about this. About
getting married. I honestly don't know how
people can do this casually, or over and over
again. It's big. Giant. Moving from one life
to another. There exists excitement and joy
and fear and change and companionship
and patience and faith and, just possibly, contentment.
(Dare I imagine this? Its likelihood?)
For a time, for a short time, or longer,
even many many years, all stretched
in front of me, a steady path.
I anticipate kindness,
I welcome tenderness.