I revisit by walking
old places we have passed
and wonder at how happy we have been,
how joyous we still are.
We have walked streets at night
laughing, falling against each other,
clasping hands,
dispelling serious fits
by tickles and jokes and kisses.
We fight with pillows in my bed,
joke about smells and noises
and yes
embarrass each other
in public or private.
Laugh -
it's what we do.
It's what will keep us together,
overwhelmed with love,
through all those years.
No comments:
Post a Comment