These Wonders

The damp cellar consumed it all;
That first letter begging you to marry me,
And the marriage licence in the same
Envelope, your childhood memories
In the same suitcase we ended up
Throwing away, because it had all
Gone mouldy, pages fused into one
Soggy lump. And you turning down
That proposal after we’d known
Each other for just three months,
Because you weren’t sure you loved
Me. That the physical evidence of
That day, and of your youth, has gone
Makes me sad (and if mobile phones
Had been a thing then, we’d have pictures),
Although we still have all those poems
I typed on an electric typewriter in the
One hundred preceding days. And
Here we are, thirty-six years later,
Still sharing each other’s lives.
What wonders life has for us.

R 09/01/2025 17:50

And if you want the full story, I wrote about it years ago.