A lot like you - Rudy Francisco

A lot like you

A poem written by Rudy Francisco

I was told

The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7

She picks the colors and the cake first

By the age of 10

She knows time,

And location

By 17

She’s already chosen a gown

2 bridesmaids

And a maid of honor

By 23

She’s waiting for a man

Who won’t break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”

Someone who doesn't smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely 

Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed

Someone

Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they've ever seen

To be honest

I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing 

I have no clue what my wedding will look like

But I imagine

The women who pins my last to hers

Will butterfly down the aisle

Like a 5 foot promise

I imagine

Her smile

Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps

And know exactly where our wedding is being held

The woman that I plan to marry

Will have champagne in her walk

And I will get drunk on her footsteps

When the pastor asks

If I take this woman to be my wife

I will say yes before he finishes the sentence

I’ll apologize later for being impolite

But I will also explain him

That our first kiss happened 6 years ago

And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”

For the past 2, 165 days

 When people ask me about my wedding

I never really know what to say

But when they ask me about my future wife

I always tell them

Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long

I say

She thinks too much

Misses her father

Loves to laugh

And she’s terrible at lying

Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly

I tell them

If my alarm clock sounded like her voice

My snooze button would collect dust

I tell them

If she came in a bottle

I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys

If she was a book

I would memorize her table of contents

I would read her cover-to-cover

Hoping to find typos

Just so we can both have a few things to work on

Because aren’t we all unfinished?

Don’t we all need a little editing?

Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?

Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense? 

I don’t know when I will be married

I don’t know where I will be married

But I do know this

Whenever I’m asked about my future wife

I always say

…She’s a lot like you