Married Men

Silently reading their papers.
Glasses on one,
None on the other.

Middle of the road clothing.
Not too flashy,
Not too dull.

The train crowds.
They move closer to make room.

Words are not necessary,
Your matching rings say it all.

You are our dream fulfilled.
I don't cringe with jealousy,
But pick up pen and paper,
To celebrate your quiet happiness.

I see and know.

It will happen.
It can happen.
It does happen.

Someday the world will catch up.

For now, you ride quietly together on the train,
Sharing your Saturday morning
On your way to a destination unknown.