We Are Redundant

When we are alone Speech is redundant. If we use it we laugh Saying the same words in unison “We are redundant” we say. Almost fifty years of redundancy And yet, the most comfortable times, The most enjoyable moments The easiest times are when it is the two of us, for we become The fifteen and sixteen year old kids We were when we first met I see you as seventeen sometimes, But that is a stretch. You call me your nine-year-old boy Because of my tommish ways, and that is fine. There is nothing as comfortable as our alone time. We love having the children, and the grandchildren But when they leave and it becomes our hearty World of two, easy patterns, simple foods, quick to laugh at the same lines in every movie That is when we become us again. And it is home. You are home. Home is us.