She Said to Him
She said to him, “You’re not the man I married.
You’ve changed,” she said. “I hardly recognise
the man who swept me off my feet, who carried
his young bride across the threshold. He was nice.
And kind, and confident. A little brash.
But –what for me back then was the decider –
he had a steady job. Ah, I was rash.
I saw him principally as a provider.
I knew what I desired, not what I needed.
In life you’re not recalled from a false start,
you run the race regardless–that’s what we did.
I gave my hand before I gave my heart.”
She added, then, before he got too worried:
“I love you far more than the man I married.”