Learning To Share This Life

You eat alone and then someone else is there

Photo by Jeremiah Higgins on Unsplash

In the beginning, we had a CD player,
and we stood on the train platform at Belmont,
sharing earbuds, listening to Warning Sign
before we knew we’d marry each other.

It wasn’t the last thing we’d share,
just the two of us in a new world
now bigger than our own bodies,
smiling and dancing and laughing

jumping into the diners, ridding the sheets
of midnight spiders. For so long
you eat alone and then someone else is there
to share the cutting board and dirty dishes.

The only game in this one life is to make
and keep our promises, the old and new.
I will do that for you. I will. It shall be done.
Yes, yes, one thousand times yes.

© Trapper Markelz 2021

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