OUR DIFFERENT TEMPOS PLAY

I wait for her in the morning –
I the early  riser.

I leave her  reading in the evening
and turn toward dreams
before her sleeping time.

Many hours are there beneath our roof
when we’re not together.
It wasn’t always this way
and I’m uncertain when it all began.

But it is a good life  here in this house
where our different tempos play –
more love now
than when our passions reigned.
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