Our Road

From the early life stories, and letters.
From the touches and smiles.
From the long telephone talks, and board games,
the holds, and candle flames.
From the hand massages in low lights.
From the fresh warm nights.
From each ex in a message.
From the sex.
From each trip around green gardens in the rain,
and hopes, and plans.
New friends, and families.
From quiet tired times in front of the box.
From housework, and shops.
From each silly joke, and kiss,
and talk of feeling old,
down the long road to this,
to this goodbye,
and to see those places that I will hold,
with love until I die.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.