How We Arrived

It was our first year marriage redux-do-over. I kept seeing this stranger in you. I kept inquiring of myself as we walked hand in hand into yet another 'Red Lobster' restaurant. Your name is - my name is we are... we were a confusion, not blinded too much by romantic folktales - some other head over heels story maybe. Two years apart and both over fifty time learned to step lighter. You said I was the best sex you had ever had no one had ever said that to me before I felt taller, the wife before you, bent me at the shoulders I never did fall out of love with that young Chinese girl, but now it's a picture of love or just perhaps its frame. She grew away from that image, the binding vine of her life slowly strangling us both. Now there is you and I am not sure how we came about what triggered this 'us,' that first year of meeting ourselves, guiding each other back to a place where bodies lost their memories within unspoken moments. We have got old, have pardoned ourselves many times over. Nowadays we hardly ever go to fish restaurants we cook we butter sauce. Find new ways to sample and share.