On our Own…


Sitting at a table with you by my side and I’m reminded that I like my life. Instantly, I’m thankful that there’s more to me than my career, my money or lack there of, my average income car, my weight, my looks, my children and even us. 

Even more so, I’m thrilled that what’s more of me is even less of them. A secret life, a hidden happiness, a beauty that can’t be bought. The joy of realization- a part no one can steal. 

It’s outer space, hemispherical, ethereal- like foam on the ocean’s neap tides. Love’s darker connection, traversing gender barriers and age’s firm hold, to sit together at this table, with you by my side- no part of their dull mold. 

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