42, Hour Sixteen
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At age fifteen I met the boy who would one day become my husband.
We briefly dated, then parted ways after a misunderstanding
we were both too shy to correct.
Don’t panic.
It all ended well.
Decades later we met again after hardships on both sides,
stronger and wiser and finally ready to deeply love.
We each kept our towels with us,
as we wooed one another and finally married.
At what age did we figure out the answer
to life, the universe, and everything,
and incidentally, marry?
*“Write a poem with the last line being a question and the answer being the title.”
