How Long by Raymond A. Foss
Walking home, on Ruth’s birthday, after dropping the girls at school my jacket open, day warming my hands in the pockets, akimbo she slid beside me, knitting her arm with mine at the corner, the crossing guard She asked, how long have you been married instinctively, she said “forever” and I “always” We each know our history, life before But forever, always are true as well four years on, almost, since we met a lifetime ago, those days before How long will you be holding hands oh that is a question, smiling we answered together, we hope forever, always
May 7, 2008
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