He talks of plans, of dreams, for us,
of all the things we often lust.
The house, the car, the fancy toys,
are all too tempting to ignore.
‘We will have the best life’ he says to me,
and I nod, hold his hand, I agree.
But I’m not waiting for those days,
they only come from long delays.
A year ago, I was made his wife,
and that is why ‘I have the best life.’