When you are 42
and long married, busy with children
when your wife is so familiar she’s part of you
and to imagine life without her is absurd
the memory of you will still live on in me
though your recollection of my face may be vague or unattempted
I will remember in fine detail the time we spent together
before the responsibilities of life pulled us apart
and I’ll smile in knowing that it’s possible
though I may not have held it for long
to find in physical form
that which I thought only possible in dreams