Future Husband
4.26.23
Dear Future Husband,
There are words I have formed
And meant to speak,
But find they die on my tongue
When our eyes meet,
And your meaning in my world
Is lost whilst you're near,
Instead replaced by your simple existence,
The appreciation of a man
Sure and true,
Of a person I have watched bloom,
Meeting and exceeding
All expectations my young heart formed-
Filling my moments
With the laughter of a love
Formed long ago,
On a school bus ride
And then again sitting
Side by side
On a sunburnt picnic table
While water reflected
Our future back to me,
Before either of us
Knew what love meant-
I knew long before
You were ready
That one day
It would be you and I
Growing old
Staring at a field
Of wild flower
And tamed wilderness
As the earth aged
But our souls remained young,
I knew long ago
Even while staring in the eyes
Of other men
Feeling nothing
And imagining only you,
While you found yourself
And I awaited the day
Where you were ready
To take a deep breath
And settle your wild spirit
Only a fraction,
Enough to allow mine
To show it the way
To a love that spans
A lifetime.
Now I am lucky enough
To gaze upon your face daily
And wonder
What would have happened
Had all those years apart
Not been wasted,
If they had been spent beside you
With patience and understanding,
If perhaps I would have understood
This freedom-belonging
At an earlier age,
With little fear over
What forever meant-
And I would tell you
A thousand times
But fear you would not understand
The reason behind
The gratefulness for your open mind
Your trusting nature,
Allowing me my own path
As long as it finds a way
To run alongside yours
Until the moment
They stop moving.
So dear partner,
Read these words
While I am away
And know
Our spirits are twined
In the here and now
And the ever after.
With love and sincerity,
Your future wife.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (3)
Love the subtlety you use in this. So many of the topics you touch on can be seeds of co-dependent behavior, but you clarify the deft hand... the lightness with which you mean these words. Elegant. Graceful. Beautiful moments.
I find myself wondering as I make passage through this wistful yearning, whether they are indeed now engaged & soon to be married or this be but a long-lingering fantasy & crush. Whether it is something that is about to be or simply a dream of what could be, it causes me to remember so many crushes & fantasies of my past. Of Debra, with the golden locks that could have belonged to Shirley Temple, how she was in the other third grade class & the one time we actually spoke as I dropped off a May basket at her door. Of Kelly, who was my best friend in the fourth grade, but abandoned me yelling, "I bet you do this to all the girls!" I still have no idea what she meant. Of Faye, who I asked to the junior high dance, who came in a dress only to find everyone else in jeans, who made her mother bring her a change of clothes, & with whom I was too afraid to dance. Faye, who would date my older brother for a short while, years later. Of Julie, who I tutored in college & who would spend hours with me studying every evening, but never relent to go out with me. Of Nadene, another best friend, this time in college, who taught me how to kiss but would never say, "Yes," to any of my countless proposals. Of Sandra, who did say yes & married me, only to wonder if I saw nothing in her eyes as I battled my own demons. So much in to plumb in this single letter/poem. So evocative of a thousand memories of the past. Beautifully done.
A poem I'm sure any future husband would be happy to receive. Well done!