My grandmother once told me
after my grandfather died...
"long ago
when i was young,
i had a beau.
he is like a boyfriend,
but more loyal
and sweet.
he used to take off his hat
whenever he approaches or is approached
by anyone.
he used to open doors to me,
motioning to me
and smiling,
telling me to go first.
he would always put me first.
i was the first thing on his mind when
he woke up...
and i was the object of his dreams.
my beau was the best friend i ever had.
when we fought,
i could still talk to him...
as a friend.
and we would solve our problems
calmly, quietly,
without what goes on with today's couples."
"but grandma, what happened to him?"
"sweetheart, i will always miss your grandfather."
