Like me, you will have a
Few battle scars, albeit nicely healed.
You will have loved well and
Been loved, tenderly, passionately, maybe even
Too well, like a child’s bear
With lumpy stuffing, missing some hair.
You will crave companionship, yet need
Your independence, and that precious thing
We call space (a man cave?).
You will know yourself and do
what makes you happy, and I
Will gladly do the same. You
will take pleasure in my laugh,
And I will use it often
When you walk into the room.
We will not be each other’s
Lives, but merely be the finish
That allows the wood to shine.
You will delight in my children,
As all my friends do, really.
And my California family, no one
Can resist their energy and charisma.
And I will embrace your package
As well (no pun intended please!).
I’m sure to find you in
Some unexpected corner, behind used books
Or some funky sweaters or boots.
There you will be, waiting for
Me, my lovely second hand man.
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It is a Six Word Friday.