Remember
This is a love story
Where wives need toy stories
To fix broken communication
Between body and hands
That no longer want to be on her hips
And that might be a part of this
This is as real as it gets
The ever after you fight for
That might not be until death
But you still have to march
Towards the river Styx
Question if this
Is what you really wanted
Another’s child
After broken marriages
Fairy tales
Have always been misleading
To real eyes
That forget how she looks in that dress
In that story
That made you love stories