The years pass.

First is was a feeling, aching candy sweet, longing for that next kiss.

And all I knew was that you were the answer to every problem.

The years pass.

And I buy you a kitchen table instead of flowers, and you are thrilled.

The years pass.

You tell me to drive safe when the kids and I head out in the snow. I respond with, I love you too.

The years pass.

And you tell me you hope my stomach feels better.

And I have shared more details with you than I would with the doctor.

The years pass.

And I clean the dishes to show you I love you, better than flowers you say.

The years pass.

And we talk about taking bus trips, to places I would never think of not driving to.

The years pass.

And I cannot imagine a life without you, strangely different and the same as when we were young.

Writer trapped in the daily grind of an IT Pro, parent to two boys. www.bydavepark.com & Buy me a coffee: ko-fi.com/davepark

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