So on Valentine's Day I'm looking at roses splayed
across the old marble table, & I'm thinking
how long we've had one life, sharing so many perfect days,
including golf & tax season & parent/teacher conferences,
crazy friends & politics diverging & core sympathies,
the momentous times I took to the road alone
to feed my voracious eyes--you love a routine, &
while I can appreciate that,
I've always thrived on variety
(within reason),
the occasional onion blossom,
& a splendid 50-mile view...
This is the time of year we met so long ago,
& we've been everything to each other
ever since--no drama, just lucky I guess,
& when the air is cool & soft & gray,
like it is right now,
I always remember
our first Perfect Day...
