it's an old story.
you enter the room, she's with you.
you both set your bags
onto the floor and look around
at the empty rooms.
this will do, you say to her.
yes, she says.
you are in love, and she with you.
this will be our home. we will have
children here
and live our life.
that's the beginning.
the middle is different though.
boredom sets in.
the children are unruly. work
is hard.
the lawn reminds you each day
of what tomorrow
will bring.
love dissipates. anger surfaces.
long faces
are made. sadness
sets in.
old age never comes.
one moves, the other stays.
it's an old story.
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