we don't laugh
at the same jokes.
we don't read the same books,
or watch the same shows.
she likes the summer.
whereas i prefer the fall.
she's a princess with a tilted
tiara, while
i'm just an ordinary bloke
on my hybrid bike.
she's always dressed
to the nines.
whereas i lounge around
in jeans and sweatshirts
most of the time.
and yet somehow we make
it work.
separate rooms to sleep in,
long days at the office,
little conversation
as we pass in the hall.
is it your turn to walk
the dog, or mine?
our marriage may last
forever if we can keep
this charade up.
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