in a booth, in a diner
on the far side of town.
My spoon is dirty,
I stir my coffee with a fork.
As I sip,
the bitter heat sears my memory.
Our wedding day,
where we smeared cake
across each other’s face.
Moving into our first house
and sliding through the kitchen
Saturday mornings in just our socks.
How could all of our good times
just slip away, like the moon at dawn?
As I reach the shallows of my fourth cup,
I glance across my ‘fortress of solitude,’
a couple catches my weary eye.
They are old, him in his red Member’s Only jacket,
and her with her blue hair and matching eye-shadow.
They aren’t talking,
they just sit, and eat their pecan pie.
They talk of their grandchildren,
and plans for a 50th anniversary.
This could work, we could work.
We don’t have to end with litigated papers.
I motion to the waitress- Jean, I think-
I pay the tab for me and the couple.
I pull myself from the booth,
and shuffle towards them.
“Thanks,” I say, “You saved us tonight.”
“But you’re by yourself,” they reply.
“No, I’m not,” I said, looking to my left hand.
I had a hard time getting something written today. So, here’s a poem I wrote nine years ago!
I hope that this will offer just a smidge of hope for you if you are going through a rough patch. What this poem is lacking is the third strand that is vital to any marriage.
Ecclesiastes 4:12 says, “A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.” That means that for any marriage to get where it needs to be, God needs to be added in there.
The Word talks a lot about marriage and what it takes to be successful. What you need to do is crack the book open and read it! Learn what it means to be a good husband or wife. Study the covenant that you have between God and your spouse. Be encouraged!
Thanks for reading, y’all be safe out there.