Last night I dreamed that I was the one down on one knee.
An unconventional proposal because tradition was already ruined.
You don’t realize how much of a wedding is centered around
until he is gone.
Looking up at my love, hands shaking from nerves,
all I could think was how badly I wanted to make him
I woke up in his arms and turned to whisper “Good Morning”
Half sleep, he put his forehead to mine
pressing silent vows into my third eye.
I exhaled and the dream was gone.
There is no rush this time.
There is no uncertainty.
I’ve already seen our daughter in his eyes.