table for two

I Thought Of You Today,

No face, as usual, just a feeling of what a ‘you’ would be like.
I hope you don’t cough too much,
As they say, people do.
Actually, I hope you do.
Do you think of me?
With the girls around, do you?
I do doubt it…
Oh! You really must dream of me this night!
I don’t usually dwell on thoughts of you but then,
They brought this baby to work,
She’s so cute and soft… oh I want her!
She makes me think of you…
LOL

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I Wonder If We’ve Met Or Not…
Wonder what it would be like… or was like.
Did you know? Feel it maybe?
I’d like to hear your side of the story,
How you felt… what you thought… did your heart skip a beat…
I’ll laugh at you and secretly clutch my chest.
We’d date forever, be like an old couple.
We’d play like children and make fun of each other like rivals
There’d be fights and arguments…
I’ll always be ready to go, to back out
not because I don’t love you,
but I’ll keep expecting you to realize I’m not worth the stress and go.
and you’ll always have to draw me back,
make me know through good and bad, we’ve got each other’s back.
And people will keep asking, “you’re still together?”
Till it becomes “get married already!”
Ugh!

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“Will You Marry Me?” You’d Say.

And like proposals of old, I’d cry.
I’d grip the ring in my palm shut tight, and ask you if you’re really, really sure.
I’d try to convince you of this mistake you’re about to make:
how lame, mad, emotional, untidy I am…

the ring in my palm, my palm shut tight.

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“I Do.”
In a white gown from Kleinfeld, I’d say my vows.
I’d have run your ears ragged about the search for this “ultimate” dress.
You’d pretend to be interested but roll your eyes inside.
But your heart will stop when you see me
(it had better if it knows what’s good for it)
My makeup would be a mix of powder, tears, and wasted money…
The dress, completely forgotten, as I say my vows,
Scared and unsure.
But I’ll grip your hand tight, before God and man,
and promise you my heart, my body, my all.

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“TAIWO! OPEN THE DOOR!”
“NO!”
“C’MON I’VE SEEN YOU NAKED! I NEED TO PEE!”
“THAT WAS JUST LAST NIGHT! YOU CAN’T COME IN HERE WHILE I’M POOPING. GO AND PEE IN A BOWL AND POUR IT IN THE KITCHEN SINK.”
“That. Is. Disgusting. Gross!”

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Let Me Help You Shave Your Beard Some Days.
That’s my number one fantasy.
And knot your ties to work too.
I’ll get a new signature,
forget my old surname,
and giggle when people ask, “how’s your husband?” or call me Mrs. X.
I promise to learn how to prepare your best meal.
Even if its Amala; The devil’s small chops -__-
They’ll be bad days and angry days
But don’t stay mad at me.
I’ll try not to stay mad either.
We’ll sit together and argue it out; We’re in this for this long haul boo, get comfy.
Promise to hug and kiss me to bed each night and allow me to if you forget.
I’ll wash the plates, you’ll clear the table,
We’ll work out together.
Surprise me with texts,
NO.
Leave notes around… we’ll make a hide and seek game of it.
Our nights will be marvelous.
I’ll be your goddess… your fantasy… your everything…

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Then The Pitter-Patter of Little Feet…

Mini-Mes’ And Mini-Yous’.

They’d break things and say silly things and fight and be a joy.
You’d be strict… try to be.
but I’ll be the strict one and you’ll be the pushover dad.
Their feet will get bigger and smellier,
we’ll attend graduations,
And I’ll cry myself silly when they leave for Uni.
And oh! They’d be a dog or two.
Empty roost, bigger family.

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… And Sometime Later,
When the grand-kids are too cool on their flying scooters to visit,
And we begin to fart freely and smell like hospitals,
I’d hold your old, veined hand in mine… please don’t die before me
Your face, wrinkled with age, but still as dear as the first time we met.
I’d whisper “I love you” as my life’s essence departs.
The decades of my life will pass by in a flash
and the fragility of my time comes to a still.
I’d kiss you.
Slowly.
One. Last. Time.

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