killerbekilled

What You Owe Your Husband

There was that time we sat -
Together.

You - confused how he forgot your birthday -
Again.

Me - holding an entire bag of presents,
Each individually wrapped
With separate tags and bows.

There was that time we sat,
You - across the booth,
Opening each surprise,
Forgetting a little bit
Of the vows you took -
Forgetting even how he looked.

There was that time
Our feet touched under that table.
And you looked up.
And I mouthed happy birthday.

There was that time you said
Youd love me forever.
And there was that time
Your birthday, I believe,
When I was foolish enough
To believe that your husband
No longer mattered.