Hour seven

The thunder claps did not
bother, the pouring rain
could not dampen
our spirits as we
frolicked on our
first weekend as newlyweds

we’ve come here
before with
the children and didn’t
we tear our hair
pandering to their
every need

now it’s different
we’re different
the mirror speaks
longer to each of us
than we do with
each other

there’s love yet
it’s not the same
why

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