In the Nick of time

Foolish in my beliefs I reflected
That I'd met you twelve years late
Imagined life in the wasted years
Sometime between then and now

Absolute artistic freedom in fantasy
Where our love spans a decade
Genetic roots forever entwined
Take seed and rupture from the earth

In fascination I observed you close
Saw the wild jump on the trampoline
Resulting in a six kid, one man pile
Childish giggles and your laughter

And in the kitchen making eggs
That stared at him like eyeballs
You knew which one to cut first
While you listened to his chatter

I saw us sitting in the living room
First in a four person huddle
And then just two, skin to skin
Strong fingers run through my hair

And faced with reality I knew
You didn't arrive late as I supposed
But at the exact right moment
Fantasy be damned when reality is you.