A poem for Valentine's Day...
I walked him home.
We did not touch,
there never was that need,
not even now.
"Sixty years... it isn't bad,
not many couples will make that" I said.
Close to his cloudy eyes
he held the small red rose.
My hand had pulled it from the graveside bower,
not his.
He gave it back.
"Love is never long enough," he said.
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