How lucky we
are to have found each other
on this huge planet.
It’s not
like we were supposed
to meet at a statue or there had been
any swiping
left or right. No, we just danced
at a party, didn't even like each other that much,
so different
we are. And yet.
Thirty-eight years later we still love
a car wash.
I still make the banana bread
we had each morning on our honeymoon in Maui,
still have
the index card with the recipe.
Is there a recipe for longevity?
This morning
in the gray light of early morning,
you whispered, "Don't ever leave me."
Sarah Dickerson Snyder, Orenaug Mountain Poetry Journal February 15, 2024
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