The wait was longer than planned,
    but maybe…
        that made it sweeter?

A week late,
    but still hers—
           lobster,
          laughter,
        friendship,
               joy.

I imagine She
    glowed in the warmth of it,
    danced in the light of it—

    finally free from the weight of before,
    where I had been both gift and curse.

Now, no hesitation—
     no ache,
     no weary sigh,

     just a night that belonged to her,
              as it always should have.

And from miles away,
    I drink in the sound
        of her happiness,
    revel in her revelry,

    grateful to be near it…
    even if only from afar.