so he drank, he ate whatever
was in front
of him,
so she did the same,
whatever he
did,
she did and vice versa.
she loved to crack crabs
open
down at the bay,
so did he.
they both liked to fish
off the pier
and take the boat out.
he'd start
a story and she'd finish it.
they began
to look alike, talk alike,
take on the same
mannerisms
and shape.
their faces held the same
sunburn, the same
wrinkles
and laugh lines.
they were mirror images
of each other.
by the thirtieth year
of marriage.
it was hard
to tell who was who, but
it was a wonderful
life all the same.
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