Something to get used to

He went out with her last month,

something I will have to get used to,

the glances they'll pass,

and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.

She gave him a nickname,

something I will have to get used to,

it rolls off her tongue,

the same one he has tasted.

He said he loved her,

something I will have to get used to,

she moved in last June,

they'll get a dog,

name it something cute that makes her smile.

His knee slowly hit the ground while holding a ring that is prettier than I am,

something I will have to get used to,

she smiles,

and pictures are taken that will be used in the photo album their grand kids find.

He is in a bar on his bachelor night,

reveling in the freedom he has that will be taken tomorrow,

something he will have to get used to,

she's in a room full of women that will be matching tomorrow in the dress color she has chosen.

He's putting on a tux the same color as his hair,

and a tie that matches her eyes,

something I will have to get used to,

she's putting on a dress that's as pretty as she is,

holding back tears for a future where she could be happy.

He's standing at the alter looking at me,

something I will never get used to,

a little girl is throwing dried petals from flowers that were given to the bride on her first date with him.

She's walking down the isle with the only other man who's ever loved her,

tears of joy streaming down her face.

He's crying as he glances at her with a look that will never be read by me,

something I will have to get used to,

he watches her til shes standing in front of him.

Shes staring at him listening to the officiant,

while he looks past her at me,

tears still rimming the edges of his eyes as the words "I do" pass his lips,

something I will have to get used to,

she says the words before she is even told,

over excited with love.

He's slipping a ring on her finger and she places one on his to match,

something I will have to get used to,

she waits impatiently to be told she can kiss him,

while he waits for an objection.

He's kissing her,

something I will have to get used to,

she's wishing it was time to go on the honeymoon,

and he's picturing a future that will never happen.

He married her,

something we will never get used to,

while the maid of honor gives a terrible speech at a reception that lasts way too long,

he loses more of himself to a life he will never live.

She's leaving with him to make memories that I will never be in,

something I will have to get used to,

he's driving a car to an airport,

that will fly them to a tropical place that will look good in photos.

She's in bed with him lying about a birth control shes never taken,

something he will have to get used to,

as the sounds of newly Weds rings through the room.

He's opening a car door for her to get out so they can start a life as husband and wife,

in a house that is now a home,

something I will have to get used to,

she's dancing in the kitchen elated.

She's taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom,

while he's at work,

something she will have to get used to,

he's staring at a photo that was taken many years ago,

reminiscing the memories it brings.

He's taking the trash out finding her secret that was so horribly hidden,

something they will have to get used to,

she's crying knowing exactly what she did.

He's yelling in the kitchen at the woman who lied to him their first night married,

something he will never get used to,

she's lying through her teeth,

trying to convince him it was an accident.

He's storming out the front door,

ignoring her pleading,

something she will have to get used to,

he's getting in a car to drive the mistakes away.

He's knocking on a door familiar to the past,

she's finding a door that will change the future,

they will never get used to this,

she's ruining the chance of a future with him just to find small comfort from a man,

he's staring at me through a open door that leads to way to many possibilities.

She just got the mail while he signs the divorce papers,

something they will have to get used to,

she opens the medical bills from delivering a baby,

and he kisses his daughter on the forehead good-bye.

He's placing a hand on my back,

leading me to a table for our first date,

something I will have to get used to,

the glances we will pass,

and the nickname I will repeat from the past. 

He's telling me he loves me,

something I will have to get used to,

while we move boxes into a house that's now our home.

He's kneeling in front of me with a ring that's as pretty as he is,

something I will have to get used to,

smiling for photos that will be shown to our grand kids.

He's standing at an alter, 

staring at me with tears in his eyes,

something I will have to get used to,

a look on his face only I can read,

his eyes never leaving mine.

He's slipping a ring on my finger that matches his,

something I will have to get used to.

He's saying "I do" before he's told to,

looking at only me,

something I will have to get used to,

he's impatiently waiting to kiss me,

I am hoping no one objects.

His lips are pressed to mine,

sealing a vow that we will never break,

something we will get used to.

He's driving us away from the reception towards an airport,

buzzing with excitement,

something we will have to get used to,

flying towards a future that we have always wanted to live.

He's laying next to me in bed,

smiling knowing I didn't lie to him,

something he will have to get used to.

We are dancing in the kitchen in our home,

we are living the life that we lost ourselves to many years ago,

something we have always been used to.