Today’s poetry prompt is love.

Married Forty-five Years

It’s silly to think I’d feel the same about you as I did then.
You don’t feel the same about me, do you?

Of course not.
Then, love was so hot it scalded.

Now, when I see you, I’m warm, warmed by your sight,
warm with contentment.
We’re together; all is right with the world, at least in our little house.

I don’t want to dwell on our memories—
They remind me of what we’ve lost…
But what’s left is more than what most people ever experience.

If I have to grow old,
I’m thankful I’m growing old with you,
my very best friend.

P.S. Actually, it was so late when I looked up the prompt, I didn’t notice love is actually tomorrow’s prompt. <sigh>