HAPPENSTANCE

If there had not been
a tragic accident in ‘68
and if a friend had not
told her about the job in ‘71
we would have never met.
And I would not have
opened my office door
to meet her had I  been
a happily married man.
Conventional wisdom
suggested our demise
as did our early days
together, but somehow
we survived long enough
to have grown old together
and have found more love
than anyone could have
suspected. We do not want
to deal with the contingencies
that time will eventually invoke
and sometimes it seems
we are holding our breath.


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