he wears a red shirt that matches her scarf.
it’s not on purpose, they weren’t on purpose.
i read a silly poem at their wedding.
it ended with
“why??”
everyone patted my head and said it was cute.
now, back-seat-sitting,
still nine at heart
i don’t ask questions.
she makes a borrowed joke about his bad driving,
and his chin’s-a-dublin laugh sets in,
starts whistlin a young man’s song.
“thats what i love about you” she says.
i’m just along for the ride.
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