Happy Endings

Forever grateful happy endings exist, at least for you and me,

A part of you, a part of me in the two most beautiful girls that one could ever see;

But the years and responsibilities have taken their toll,

As we transformed into this typical older couple, searching for their soul;

You still have my whole heart, but it feels like you’re returning pieces of it in increments,

I miss the long walks and the longer talks, replaced with the fear of constant predicaments;

Our love no longer whole as we were forced to divide it,

Like the days spent walking in cities thinking of all the cigarettes we lit;

Our conversations and smiles are there but fewer,

I still love how you say, ‘cute’, along with many things much newer;

We never wanted arguments but they seem inevitable,

Passion turns into real love but it seems less stable;

Professions and responsibilities take up our time,

I’ll never forget the night in that park with the borrowed wine;

Lucky was I to have had so many years with you,

But I want so many more, despite the differences old and new;

Our conversations seem divided like the hours in a day,

The best decision of my life was when I decided to stay;

I don’t say this but the years have just added to your beauty and charm,

Even when we disagree, we know we mean no harm;

‘’Would you still ask me to get off the train with you?,’ you say,

I answer with a joke but the truth is I would, even after all your hairs turn grey;

The girls want us to be married, but I’m afraid to ask,

Unlike the many sunsets we shared together, the easiest of tasks;

I always reminisce our very first kiss on the wheel,

You’re the same mesmerising girl whose heart, from the start I wanted to steal;

Silly arguments lead to bigger unwanted fights,

I regret my choice of words on certain nights;

At times I pressure you to be rational and unemotional,

But you think I want you to be only devotional;

You ask me whether we’d still be together if not for the girls,

And think I’m unhappy with you and your pearls;

You storm out on me and I’m ashamed to feel relief,

Have the years produced less happiness and more grief?

You explain your insecurities and I try to make you feel better,

But you hurl mean words at me and our lives feel so much wetter;

You accuse me of things and in anger I say, yes,

You finally tell me that you don’t love me anymore and I no longer have to guess;

As I see you leave again, this time for real, out that door,

I realise you’re the only one that i will ever love and adore;

So I follow you out and try to engage you in a game,

Because I know you to be that girl who got off the train for me, the very same.