Childhood Dreams

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.

When I would get up,
I'd cry
and listen to
sad songs because
some young slut
broke my heart.

I'd wipe the tears away
and listen for hours
and wait.

She was getting closer.

I could feel her
on my back
and balls.

Every step of my life.

I knew
I was with her
this past weekend.

We've been together now
for three years.

We've gone through
many, many
sad times
and bad times
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.

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,
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.