PIVOT

It isn't as if I planned it.

I love ice cream. That's all.

And, one evening, dusty and disheveled,

in the midst of cleaning a closet,

I answered the door.

I'd never met him; but 

my roommate had sung his praises...

and here he was on our doorstep.

Irritated at the interruption,

I barked that she wasn't home.

And there you have it; it was his birthday

and there was no one to celebrate,

to share a little cake and ice cream

and...didn't I like ice cream?

I sighed, and said, "I do."

As I said, it's just that I liked ice cream

(and he does, too.)

Fifty years later,

fifty years after I sighed

and said another "I do"--

it's still a celebration.