what she sees in him

he was always the man
that I could imagine
being old with.
I saw us sitting next
to one another in
a place not here
continuing the conversation
that we started when
we first met.
his ways were odd, strange
to some who didn’t know
any better.
and that’s what I loved
best about him.
I don’t want a shiny penny
or a perfect presentation.
not ordinary, fairly odd,
someone that is sure
to make others think:
what does she see in him.
I want hooks and crags
and shoots that I can
get all tangled up in
on the climb.
he is a man that
I can imagine
being old with.

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