Lynn never said she’d marry me.
She somehow was so much with me
There was no point speaking of it
Much of our life was that way
I understood it too little
Still don’t
But there never were better moments
Than looking at the same things
In our own ways
Silently sharing.
Aaltoe's Blog 
May 16, 2020 at 5:58 pm |
This is also a great poem-I really like the concept of just being, and there need not be a decision about it.
May 16, 2020 at 10:22 pm |
” looking at the same things
In our own ways”
Awfully nice to think of all the ways you both looking at the same things in your own ways, and sharing what you saw, helped us (and others) see, too.
May 18, 2020 at 12:54 am |
What an amazing picture.