I am sure we boarded the vehicle happily
Each with specific destination in mind
And was thrown on same seating
To live through the journey to its end
II
We soon realized we both wanted window seats
One must let go for the other
Our tickets spoke loudest
That I was the outcast trying to be difficult
So I let go to sit in the other
III
But when he wanted to empty his bowels
I was the one who had to shift
When he wanted to eat
I was the one who had to give way
When he wanted to spit
I was the one who had to adjust
…for him to get comfortable
When he felt like sleeping
…my shoulder was his comfort pillow
Like a toddler, he sure did have many needs
The pleasure journey turned torturous to me
Still, those in other seats smiled sheepishly at me
I could see the wishes on their faces
IV
They wished my seat theirs
Because they shared theirs with old and ugly partners
The muscles they wanted were on my partner
…and he had the height they dreamt to tiptoe to for hugs
The eyes they cherish were on my partner
…and he had all six packs in tact like a perfect carving of river waves
The dressing they loved was on my partner
Even I had to admit he smelled like heaven
But I also wished theirs mine
So I could relax throughout the journey
V
I sat on needles and pins
…throughout the journey
Till he alighted on the way
I heaved a sigh of relief
Wishing marriage could be this easy
…to walk into and walk out
…with none uttering a word
But alas!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 21, 2020
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