How I Met Your Mother
by George Bilgere

I saw her at a party, walked up
and said, I wonder if you would mind
getting married, buying a house,
enduring the agony of childbirth
a couple of times, watching a lot
of Netflix together, dining out
(I’m thinking, specifically,
of the osso buco at Rugerri’s),
getting a dog, negotiating mortgages,
and finally sitting by me in those last days,
arranging the funeral, tidying up,
then starting your strange new life,
the one without me.
Is that too much to ask?
And she sipped her mojito
and said, what are we waiting for?


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