it was a long night,
my guest, my neighbor
and her soon to be
husband stopped by
to tell me the news
of their pending nuptials.
we had some wine,
something small to
eat, and put on some
music. we talked
through the night,
while they held hands
on the couch across
from me, they were
both over fifty and
yet, this love that
they had found had
uncreased their faces,
lightend the load,
put a careless smile
onto their lips.
we finished the bottle,
as they unwound
the story of them,
i had nothing to say,
but that i was glad,
happy for their love,
before they got
up to leave, their
hips touching each
other, neither
leading, neither
following. this was
a good start.