no kiss at the airport
no touch beside the bed
no whispered affection
among the words they said

he didn’t even know her
thought she was some friend of mine
she’s never been to his apartment
it’s going on month nine

they were wed
twenty-five years ago
but somewhere they lost the fire
started dying with each other

Their daughter states her vows
a union carved by grace
bands wrapped round her finger
a smile upon her face

as his eyes are upon her
she wonders where he’s gone
calls to mind their stated promises
perhaps its been too long

they were wed
twenty-five years ago
but somewhere they lost the fire
started dying with each other

– to be continued…