Here is what I hope for us:
We’re 70 years old, sitting
On a park bench that overlooks
Where you first proposed to me.
We’ve made it through so much
Pain and strife, struggled and
Fought through demons and grief.
We faced battles so fierce, we
Sit there and laugh looking back,
Because how did we do it?
But we did make it.
The kids, the house, the careers.
All of it together, and here
We sit after all this time,
In love as we’ve ever been.
We’re happy. Lives full to the brim.
We made it through, and we won.