Four Years


He said he was not ready.
He said it was too soon,
or too late,
or the wrong time of year.

In fact, he said many things,
none of which she truly believed.

She saw him as a true man of honor,
only shaken by the death of a friend
or a loved one.

So she inquired, again, one final time,
and to her surprise
he accepted her proposal.

And so now they stand together
after four years of waiting,
waiting to be ready,
to be late,
to be the wrong time of year.

But did that really matter anyway?

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