And because I can’t see myself changing
You looked beautiful, younger, less secure.
We sat in silence for awhile
One of the most comfortable silences I’ve ever been a part of
With my only slight concern being
Whether your silence was as comfortable as mine.
You said, “There’s been a lot of death this summer.”
Nodding, more silence.
It hasn’t rained in a long time.
They said that makes a pretty fall,
Leaves die faster.
Then, “Water rolls off of a duck's back,”
Exactly because no perfection was available.
Smiles, more nodding,
I’m glad you’re home.