Chloe’s poem

Poem for my fiancée

The sea and the wind have known each other for a while now.

I overheard their conversation Tuesday night.

They spoke of us.

How it’s been a while

…if ever…

That someone looked at someone

The way I look at you.

“I truly get it,” said the wind.

“Look at the way she smiles.”

“How lucky he must feel,” replied the sea,

“To see her for a while,

and hold her while she sleeps,

and trace the constellations hidden in her freckled cheeks”

Their chatter fell to silence.

The wind sighed silently

The sea rolled a smile, crashing tenderly.

Then, as though they had rehearsed it throughout their years,

They said,

“Yes.

He loves her.”