Fairy Tale Ending

Sue and David were high school sweethearts.

They would never part.

Lovers till the end.

A love time would not bend.

Sue stayed in-state to go to college.

David went away to seek his knowledge.

They vowed to be true.

Parting made them both blue.

Sue studied hard. Focused and true.

David; lonely, wondered trying not to be blue.

Distance was a killer.

Phone calls, letters, cards, texts, e-mails were not a thriller.

Visits wained.

Love became strained.

David found a new love. Lonely no more.

Sue stayed true; though many tears poured.

David stayed away. A new life he made.

Sue came back home. Her love never did fade.

David had a life, job, wife, and babies.

Sue stayed true; some day maybe.

Forty years later, a message across the verse.

David was lonely again. Time could traverse?

David’s wife had died in an accident, two years ago.

Loneliness set in, back to his roots should he go?

Sue was still out there. No ring on her finger.

He remembered those feelings. How they lingered?

Sue was overjoyed. Her one true love was coming back.

All of her joy, she couldn’t unpack.

Her fairy tale romance was coming full circle.

All of her feelings, she couldn’t make verbal.

David was broken. A wreck. A mess.

To the last 40 years, he would not fess.

Sue made it her mission;

every tear drop, every whimper, she would listen.

One day Sue told me her story of fairy tale bliss.

No detail did she miss.

Things I truly didn’t want to hear.

But to my ears, she did steer.

Destiny, God, fate;

here was her mate.

Regardless of the fact that he had lived a life.

Had children, a job, and a wife.

They didn’t like her, she confessed.

Time would win them over, he wasn’t as big a mess.

Her love, healing touch;

was too much,

the pain

was spilling down the drain.

She could see it. Feel it with each passing day.

With each little victory, the harder she did pray.

She had her man.

The testament to their love would stand.

As I set there listening to her words,

I wanted to drown myself in my cup of coffee. This was observed.

How was this a happy ending?

What kind of love was this sending?

She gushed and cooed.

As I questioned in my mind and stewed.

It was her choice to wait.

This was her fairy tale to state.

It made he sad for both of them. And I couldn’t wrap my head around,

why she wanted to make this life with him sound?

I had sat a timer for my break, when it was over.

Not a moment too soon, I couldn’t wrap my head around her four leaf clover.

My head and my heart hurt.

It was difficult for me not to blurt;

I’d would have told him to shove it up his ,($.

Spend the last 40 years living a life of sass;

be lonely on your own dime.

Why ring my chime?

In what universe was this sweet?

How was this a treat?

But she was over the moon, elated.

As if she had been counting down the hours, minutes, seconds – dated.

Knowing he would return.

Filling that burning in her heart, that yearn.

She had her fairy tale bliss.

The man from her youth. Her one true love. Her past reminisce.