They’ve bought a house
Now that they’re spouse and spouse,
With a tiled roof and windows painted pastel,
With a fireplace and mantle,
A place to display every picture
Of one another, him and her.

He’s got a job that gives him blue cross,
With three weeks vacation and a good boss.
He’s due for a promotion,
And every other weekend they go to the ocean.
They’ve got a summer house on the beach,
Resting on an island only the ferry can reach.

The neighborhood they live in
Is classy and nice, and they fit right in,
Invited to all the potlucks and picnics.
Always amusing with their witty antics.
In every garage there are two cars,
And he’s never out late at the bars.

She makes dinner for him every night at six,
And he loves every dish she knows how to fix.
Her apron and dress makes her look like June Cleaver,
And he would never ever leave her.
They’ve been settled for a while,
Still happy together, they always smile.

And now her stomach is round,
And she’s going in for an ultrasound.
The doctors say it will be a boy,
And that’s their pride and joy.
He’s due the third week of April
And she’s always complains he won’t be still,
For he’s always kicking in there,
Almost ready for his first breath of air.

It slays me to know how content they are
With a new house, a summer home, and a shiny car,
Living the American dream of a happy family.
But if only the two of them could see
What their love has done to me,
For I love him too, as does she.

With every breath I breathe
I like to believe,
That “we” not “they” were meant to be,
And it should have been us living happily.
Our house, our yard, our flowerbed and garden gnome,
Our summer house, our potlucks, our baby…our home.