I want what you have.

The way your husband looks at you

with adoration

admiration

affection

joy

pride.

I want what you have

four family members on a Christmas card

all together

intact.

I want what you have

wedding albums of family and friends

the same man standing next to you

as the one in the picture.

I want what you have

a man who will get out of his chair

and attend to childish needs

while you sip on your wine

and eat olives.

I want what you have

a man who appears

with a mojito in his hand

as you tread in the door.

I want what you have

the light in his eyes

and yours

the exchange of glances

at a fifteen year old inside joke

made on your honeymoon.