The Songs of a Sad Child

I've been dreaming
of her
since
I was a boy.

I'd imagine her
cooking me food,
naked.

I'd create fantasies
of her
licking my balls
and massaging my back
after a hard day's work.

I'd dream every day
of her
and search and search
and search.

I'd find girls
and I'd cry and listen to
sad, sad songs
every time
some young slut
broke my pathetic heart.

 But....

I'd also be
excited
because I knew
she was getting
closer.

I could feel
her
in my heart.

Every step of my life.

I knew
I was with her
this past weekend.

We've been together
for three years now.

We've gone through
many, many
sad and
bad
and some of the best moments
of our lives
together.

This time,
we were in
San Francisco,
staying in a cheap motel room,
right above a
cheap strip club.

She cried
just like I dreamed
when I was a boy.

I put my arms around her
exactly
like I remembered
I would.

I knew
right then,
she was
the woman
of my dreams.

I smiled
and it seemed
like an odd time
to do so.

She just didn't know.

I knew.

I could see
the future
just like
when I was young.

We fought
again
later,
but I didn't seem
to mind
as much as I
used to.

I knew
that every fight
we've fought
has brought us
closer
to our dream:

Our marriage.

It's all I've ever dreamed about
since I was listening
to those
sad, sad songs.