Part-Time Husband Poem by Mishy Bashert

My part-time husband
Has the bluest eyes
Their intensity envelopes me
Upon his arrival
And I memorize the intricate patterns
Of said eyes
So I will not forgot them
In his absence

My part-time husband has this gig
On the other side of town
Folks that need him
For he is their shaman
A steadying guide
Through wounded histories
That struggle to heal
He is their family

My part-time husband and I
Are one another's fate
That couple others notice
We are just that cute
An energy born of kismet
Makes separation excruciating
Our purpose is clear
Do not let go
Hold on and leap together

But my part-time husband
Isn't part-time to them
He is daddy, he is dad, he is Father
Its a full-time position
One with no expiration date
He is irreplaceable
To them
To me

I share my part-time husband
Because they found him first
Finders keepers is a rule of thumb
But my mind wanders
To other stories
Where I, the protagonist
Gets the happy ending
With this man
The one with my heart
Who has the bluest of eyes