POETRY PAUSE

EXPECTATIONS 

I expected that I would have all my fun in my youth,

I expected that sunrises and sunsets would grow dim with my eyesight,

I expected that my taste buds would shrivel right along with my hormones,

But, I hadn’t expected you.

I expected that my statue might shrink inversely to my waist,

I expected that my hair might gray, but, middle age wouldn’t catch me,

I expected that life would go on as it always had,

But, I hadn’t expected you.

I expected that passion would be aligned with art,

I expected that joy would be in things intangible,

I expected that old hearts might fade into solitary oblivion,

But, I hadn’t expected you.

And, what an unexpected surprise,

The you, to my me,

and the summation that equaled us,

I hadn’t expected that.

An unexpected expectation. Is that an oxymoron?

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