Special
I hesitated to say that what we
had was special, it was what it
was, we made it through and that
was enough.
Now that we’re older and reading
obituaries of old bastards, we
never thought would die, perhaps
there’s a place at the top of that
hill in the park we walk the dogs
in, for a bench with our names
on it where we can sit to look back
and admire the view while we’re
still around.
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