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Wedding Ring In The Gym Bag 💍💼

Wedding ring in the gym bag /
While I knock beach sand out the punching bag /
With the finger the tan line is at

I didn’t get on 1 knee to make you get on 1 knee to kiss a ring you bought with your wealth /
You said you will love me through sickness and health /
So I thought your heart-shaped lips clicking the waistline of my ring finger would stop it from looking pale /
Lightskin, lightskin, well, wail, whale

You don’t care about the muffin top on my ring finger, you care about the one that’s on my body /
You worked it out in your head “the only time a man takes his wedding ring off is in the gym” to see if he still got it

Sloppy or hottie, I never let ‘em see me sweat /
After we got married, I stopped singing on the treadmill so can’t another woman tell you how my voice sound when I’m talking during sex /
Yes! Yes! Yes!

Ain’t believing nothing I say I see /
Mobile around my mobile when I’m not local, hacking my iPhone’s Face ID

So know when I ask you who you gone be for Halloween I’m going to town /
Be like me, fling your ring when you go ding ding and find out life’s a beach when you drown /
Some Dundee put in quicksand when I left out /
And you want me to help pull you up but wanna be picky about /
Which hand I use like I’m the butler from Hell’s House /
I’m a big boy, I can watch Scary Movies by myself now


Why You Should Keep Fighting For That Porch Swing


Calliope now,

Sitting here, next to him on the front porch swing, holding his wrinkly, hard-worked hand, I look into his deep blue eyes. Those same blue eyes you’ve stared into day after day. The eyes that have looked at you with urgent passion and other times with burning rage. And still other times they stared at you with inconsolable sadness. In those eyes, I see the whole world. My world.
Even though our hands are now a little bit more rugged and crooked, they still fit together perfectly, just as our tired old bodies still fit together like puzzle pieces when we snuggle on the couch, the way we’ve always done, night after night. Even though our bodies have changed, aged, and gotten more fragile, they still fit together as though they were made to fit perfectly together, like a key fits into a keyhole, made only for that one keyhole and none other. When we lie together like that, even though we do every night, it still feels new. It still feels like home.

Right now, you both still dream of this day when you’ll sit together on your dream home’s front porch swing, on the wrap-around porch. I’m here now, though, and it’s just as beautiful as you dream it will be.

All those little arguments you have, and all the times you make the choice to work it out, they’re all worth it. When you get here, to this porch swing, you’ll be so glad you fought for it. Every fight, every make-up, every hug, kiss and touch…those all add up to this moment in time that you look so much forward to.

He’s always gotten better looking with age. You’ve known that for a while now. He continues to do that, too. Now, with his tanned, reliable face, he looks better than ever. His mouth is still the same, with his luscious deep pink lips that cradle his perfect, white teeth. The only difference is that now it has a bit more character to it, with laugh lines that are there because of all the times you made him laugh. His deep blue eyes – are still as deep blue; except now, they are surrounded with subtle lines of worry, put there during times when you fought,  struggled through hard times, or lay awake waiting for your teenage daughter to get home safely. His face is even more handsome now because your life together has helped to shape it. Your experiences together have molded his face, with all it’s new and beautiful lines, to what it is today. Just as your life together has sculpted your own face into the mature countenance it is now, with laugh lines and worry lines he put there.

There is no greater accomplishment in my life than this…this lifelong, unconditional, unwavering love that has carried me through every up and down of my crazy life. No other friendship has meant more to me. After all the friends that have entered and exited your life, he is still the one who is by your side. He is the one friend who has known the deepest parts of you and still remained. He is the only one who never gave up on you, was always there for you, and will continue to be until his dying breath.

So, quit worrying about all those so-called friends you’ve had and lost. Don’t fret about the new ones that may come and go. Enjoy their presence while you have it, but don’t let their absence affect you negatively. Because after all is said and done, when you’re old and gray, he will still be the one friend who never let you down. He is the one friend who will be by your side on that front porch swing.

Futuristically yours,

Calliope then