he wooed her, all women
desire being
wooed.
an amateur
at first, but he learned
his way.
small steps,
towards winning her hand.
a long
and arduous journey,
but then they were married.
he's won.
and now.
i see him, on the ladder
with a hammer
in hand,
i see him mowing the lawn,
walking the dog,
hanging curtains
in the window,
putting a fresh coat of paint
on the baby's room.
i see the list
his wife gives him, before
going out
with friends.
we wave to one another,
in passing.
i'd like to see him again,
but it's
too late for that.
he's won his love, my old
friend.
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