As we stand in celebration, you look so divine in the red dress.
I think of all the wonderful moments we had together.
The first thought comes to mind, you were sitting in the boxcar reading, as we were heading into the windy city…
I couldn’t help but look intently at your magnificence until the bellow of the train’s horn in the night’s frost startled you and our eyes became tangled.
It was at that instant we knew we would always be.
And now, is at this moment, celebrating 20 years of blissful marriage, I realize something dreadful.
I adore you and all that you are, or is it what I remember you as?
I don’t know you and you don’t know me, who we really are.
Do you even know my favorite color, or my favorite song? Come to think of it, I don’t know yours.
Many years we spent laughing, raising our children and yet we know nothing of who we are as individuals any longer.
Come closer and look into my eyes, I want to be your knight in shining armor, to ride in to rescue you on my white horse.
To be the man you once knew and to know the stunning woman standing in front of me once more.
Twenty years and now we are strangers, but I long to be strangers no more.