We are the story of each other’s life,
our years together changing all we are,
our conscious chromosomes entwined in one
long amorous, arduous, dance of change
to time’s uneven beat that brings us to
this here, this now, this who – so different from
the unimaginable selves we might
have been without our golden fingers locked.
It thrills me so with tenderness to see
these photographs of disappearing years,
as in each one I see the loveliness,
my guide in all that matters, all that maketh man.
So glad, so glad, my lover, friend, and wife,
we are the story of each other’s life.