The 14th Day of the Second Month
My marriage took place on this day
a few thousand pages ago
nestled somewhere in between
a wistful dream
and some silly reality show
We started out like frick and frack
the joker and his queen
There were no better suited
For the things we’d plan and scheme
Friday night was the night
to savor a fine bottle of wine
Sharing stories of our childhood
short quips line by line
We’d turn on music and dance
to reminiscent tunes
and laugh as we swayed about
our dimly lit up room
We’d often stop our silliness
and talk about our plans
For building a life we’d both delight
as we grew older
hand in hand
I can’t remember the day
our Fridays seemed to stop
It must have been the time
our lives began to flop
All the dreams and silly schemes
We’re suddenly too much
to fit into our busy lives
Our hands no longer touched
I often wonder how it is
two as perfect as us
Would let ourselves forget
to remember
why we loved so much
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