While Joann and I were dating, we had a six month stretch during my 10 ½ month stint in China where we had no face-to-face contact. However, since we got married last August, we haven’t been apart for more than a few hours.
But because Joann left for Vancouver this morning to assist her sister in childcare and housecleaning in light of her sister's new baby, tonight marks the very first night in my married life that I will go to bed without Joann by my side.
Feeling a bit of inspiration as I wait for my brown rice to finish cooking, I offer a humble attempt at Seuss-esqe poetry to share my sentiments. I do this partly because I love my wife, and partly as a strategic attempt to gain “points.” I’ve been told I’m unnecessarily honest.
"Alone For a Night"
I ask you "what sounds good for dessert tonight?"
I hope you’ll say "how ‘bout raspberry delight!"
Yet my query is met with no voice and no tone
Then I sadly remember: tonight I’m alone.
Please don’t get me wrong, I sure do like my space
But not nearly as much as your beautiful face
We made vows in front of our family and friends
The streak that began that day finally now ends
I could smoke five cigars and drink five pints of beer
I could finally watch Joaquin in “I’m Still (Not) Here”
I could vulgarly fart, sing out gibberish songs
But those last two I do whether you’re here or gone
I’ll soon go on a bike ride and think much of you
Of treasured moments sweet, tender, silly and blue
I know I’ve bastardized that one worship song
But I am “lost” and “desperate”— for you dear I long
So the rice is now done, I must go start the pork
My words here show me to be a love-stricken dork
Dinner won’t be the same without two separate versions
I know you "stay home" on my spicy excursions
But with help from anapestic tetrameter
I wanted to tell you, I wish you could be here.
But don’t lament, sweetheart, I’m grieved by your sorrow
We are people of hope; I’ll see you tomorrow.