I saw you last night, for the first time in years.
You turned up unexpectedly
although I knew you were coming to town...
You look older --
your hair is thinning, your middle's thicker.
We had just come back from the lake, the house was a mess.
I just couldn't spend a minute getting ready for you.
I'd spent the previous week talking to myself --
reminding myself --
"It has been a very long time,
we've visited many times back and forth now,
we have come a long way..."
I came outside to say hello, where you and our son,
and my husband and our son,
stood laughing .
Our eyes met, expectant smiles on our faces...
The Saving Grace.
Your eyes looked gentle...
So felt mine.
It was good to see you.
After initial greetings, you turned to me and said,
"I have to compliment you on these two sons of yours..."
Time stopped, I reeled -- internally.
I have no idea what I responded with.
I looked over at those two grown sons,
each one wearing new collared shirts they'd quietly and
separately bought for your arrival,
each one shining and happy, chatting together
with you and my husband
and I looked back at you.
And for the first time in many a year --
many, many a year
I saw the smile on your face
that I first saw on a boy, so long ago.
The smile I'd fallen for.
Agghhhh, my ex-husband is here!
How I've felt for so long --
JUNE 28, 2010 6:07PM