Is it the same?
After all this time, are we the same?
I don’t know. How would I know? How can I compare who we are now with who we were then…?
The years rolled on, shit happened. Evasions. Lies. Large and small hurts delivered in anger and in silence.
Shared memories and secret smiles. Mornings rushing around or sleeping in. Frenzied days and wild nights. Laughter … I don’t have to try to remember the laughter because we laugh still you and I.
I wasn’t looking to get married all those years ago, not that we could back then. I was looking to get laid and so were you…
And here we are, forty years on. Thinning hair, and rounding shoulders, and still looking to each other—to get laid.