he'll have to do

there are no more sugar plums

dancing in my

head

she tells me.

no disney princess story.

no cinderella

losing a slipper.

at our age,

he's good enough.

he can chop wood, and 

lay tile.

he's handy.

the dog seems to like

him too.

i'll settle for this. for him.

we get along, as best we

can

he's someone i can live with.

i can trust

and

almost understand.

a simple man with no

ambition

no plan other than being

with me

morning noon and night,

seeing out our final

years together is what he wants.

at least it's not misery.

it's good enough for

now.

in fact at times, it almost

feels like love. though

it's not.