A few folks at Tim's and Susan's Wedding asked if I'd post the poem that I read. It ain't literary, but they liked it. At one point, about three stanzas in, Susan and I had one of our world famous giggle fits. After the wedding, people asked me if I had gotten choked up because I had looked down for a few seconds. The truth is I was trying and failing to not be the kind of douche bag who laughs at her own jokes. Anyhooter, here it is for those of you not there or in the back and unable to hear my mumbling.
Observations from the Third Wheel
Painting his toenails
was the exact right way
to get the girl of his dreams
and the weight of holding
her purse is a small price to pay
if he gets to watch her dance.
After five years, laughing
until they cry is
better than holding hands anyway.
There’s good and then there’s gyood,
and it’s important to find someone
who knows the difference. And it’s hard
to get mad at a man in a green facial mask.
Sometimes he puts on that sweater
just to see the look on her face right before
she tells him to change. I see the way
they look at each other, and I know what I have
the right to hope for. I realize I already have it.
Observations from the Third Wheel
Painting his toenails
was the exact right way
to get the girl of his dreams
and the weight of holding
her purse is a small price to pay
if he gets to watch her dance.
After five years, laughing
until they cry is
better than holding hands anyway.
There’s good and then there’s gyood,
and it’s important to find someone
who knows the difference. And it’s hard
to get mad at a man in a green facial mask.
Sometimes he puts on that sweater
just to see the look on her face right before
she tells him to change. I see the way
they look at each other, and I know what I have
the right to hope for. I realize I already have it.
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