Have the years become miles
Between us
Has conversation finally degraded
Into silence
Does the day carry no fresh subject
No deviation from
Decades-old routine
Do we march toward anniversaries
With the same grim determination
That Death approaches us
Do you see me now, as an inevitability
Rather than a gift
How many traditions formed over
Fifty years of marriage
Have taken the reigns from beloved chaos
Has the shine worn from our rings
Do we lie here unmoving now
Resign ourselves to monotony
I await your kiss this morning, knowing
It shall be appointed between breakfast and
Gardening, and on Sundays just before
The game
Has our love become one more
Chore, that must be tended to
Between sporadic visits from children and grandchildren
Do you not see the way
Mary's husband makes small talk
At our dinner table
Or Mark's wife brushes his hand as she passes him
The potato salad
Do you not miss
Spontaneity at all
Is this what you envisioned behind the veil
On our wedding day, the quiet chasm between us
Ever-widening, I might not be
As beautiful now as then, but am I not still
The one you fell in love with
Or have I been forgotten, left to dress in
Memories, of a time less simple
A love less predictable where
We adored the complication
Of daring to share
Everything.
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