Of course there is something I ought
to say, moments like this require it,
it goes without saying, painfully.
I practiced lines for hours, rehearsed
in my dreams for weeks, knew
for years I’d be rendered mute.
My tongue swells, threatening
to escape my mouth or take refuge
deep within my esophagus.
Your silence is only compounding
my anxiety, how can I, a man
of words, be rendered silent
by the thought of speaking to you,
of telling you that I finally now
joyously have what I feared I wouldn’t ever.
A wife and lover deserves
better than this.