The Taking of a Hero's Wife, Part III

...He gave a curt nod, then with his partner,
got in his car and drove out of there,
Owen sighed, then nearly leapt from his skin,
seeing Laura standing on her front stairs.

She wore just a housecoat and a soft smile,
and looked at him with eyes he’d never seen,
she said,”I can’t say that I expected that,
not from you, and not for little old me.

“I think that you could use your own break,
after all the brave things that you said,
go in and lie down, I’ll be there shortly,
I believe you know the way to the bed?

He found himself frozen, taking it in,
what she meant, the sweet look on her face,
then Laura said,”Maybe brunch tomorrow?
I want to show you this fabulous place...”

Owen never worried about the rumors again,
they didn’t matter much after that night,
what had been dumb lust became something more
when he laid down with his future wife…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/7/2018 1:03:00 AM
This has a gentle genuine heartfelt quality that appeals to my soul. Nicely penned, David. I applaud you, and my muse who is in control at this time of the morning is cheering with a bull horn for this poem.
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