Dearest Love of My Life,
The rhythmic whooshing sounds
have stopped. The bustle of hospital staff
has subsided. I have been granted alone time
with your carapace. Your spirit surrounds me
as we run the tape of our life:
The awkward first date, compliments of our mothers,
Us leaving City Hall, our matching bands glistening,
Your eyes brimming over, seeing your first child.
Our new house.
Your big job.
Two more children.
Countless recitals and soccer games.
Graduations.
Weddings.
Grandchildren.
Then, once again, Just Us.
I wasn’t ready to be done.
~The Love of Your Life, too