Married so long,
No longer two.
Just one.
Still room for differentiation,
For contradiction,
For physical distinction,
(Of course.)
But observations,
Conclusions,
Products of two ingredients
In a single recipe.
The previously single being
Asserts on occasion,
Contends,
Yet soon retreats from soliloquy,
Unused to being alone.
Yes, that fearsome word,
Alone,
Ever threatening old lovers
Who will not live forever,
Who will lose the echo of the soul,
Married so long,
No longer two.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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