When you and I were young
And true,
And beautiful,
We never knew
Our warm satin tongues,
Best used entwined in warm
Thirsty passionate embraces,
Or saying silly stuff,
Like, “That must mean something!”
Upon learning each drinks coffee only with cream,
Could each ever cut the other down
With the blades of our words,
Leaving each a little less beautiful than before.

When we were young and true and beautiful,
We never knew the minor and major concessions,
Like, “I don’t care, darling, whatever you’d like to do,”
Which followed minor and major conflicts
Could lead to lopsided compromising
And that the giving in
Could become a habit,
Leaving each a little less ourselves than before.

When we were young and true and beautiful,
We never imagined these little changes,
These thousand cuts,
Could lead to heartbreak and pain,
That love could be leaky,
And that shoring up was necessary at times,
To fix the broken places and get us back on track.

When each was younger,
Truer,
More beautiful,
Our hearts each pounded for the other,
Our pairs of eyes each hungered for the other,
Our hands became electric in the other’s,
Our love combined with lust for the other,
Our lives became more focused on the other,
And all of that was so easy.

Now that we are older, wiser, weathered,
We can better see it coming,
The time for a tune up.
We know when there’s work to be done,
Fires to be lit,
Trash to be taken out.
The chores of love we thought would go away,
do not,
and like laundry,
keep piling up until we’re in our last clean shirts
And have to face into the tasks at hand.

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