I know I'm from the UK, not the US, but as my hubby is American I feel I'm allowed to say, "Hell, yeah!" I couldn't have put it better myself. This really spoke to me.
A good one I can truly understand. Some days I hate it even when I just have to go out grocery shopping. In my case it would end with"I am only for me and the two cats who own me." Lol. Hugs
The photograph is simple:
a young couple,
early twenties perhaps,
sitting in a booth
at the diner of life.
Sharing more than just coffee;
sharing time,
space,
touch,
community.
The diner is long gone
but the sentiments withstand
and fifty years later,
you're gone as well.
You got your oats, Doris,
and you got all of me. A
long lifetime of togetherness
now lives in a picture
overlain atop what's left of me.
In finding your way home
I take comfort in
knowing soon enough
I'll be joining you
at our never-ending
table for you.
We're going home.
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