Eyes glued to backs of blue hats seven rows
ahead in shaky takeoffs. Knowing his
hand-squeeze needs – thinking of oxygen masks and switching seats and… you look up from
writing this poem to realize You’ve missed locking eyes while he stands to let the window seat
slide past. He’s slinking back into the middle. You look up from
Pride and Prejudice to find you’re in love and a wife
And the wedding gifts were not written down and your poem is incredibly ineloquent because
you looked up
Love poems on poetry.com and none of them fit the love you two have because none of them are
by you about a phenomenaly mundane experience that no one looked Forward to but is wholly
yours. You look up from
5 feet and seven inches off the ground to meet his eyes seven inches above yours as you did
yesterday before you were a wife, and you realize that you’re a wife.
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