I had an idea that love
was friends at a table,
watching our kids play
as we played grown-up and talked.
Somehow though, we fed off
each other’s grief and joy
in a more lasting way
than any meal set before us.
I had an idea that love
was friends at a table,
watching our kids play
as we played grown-up and talked.
Somehow though, we fed off
each other’s grief and joy
in a more lasting way
than any meal set before us.
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