You Are Not the Man I Married
You are not the man
I married
and that’s okay.
I’m not the woman
you married either.
In forty-three plus
years
that young couple
standing on a
Pennsylvania lawn
repeating vows
is like a single cell
compared to a person.
And like an ocean
what is unseen
is much more
impressive
than what is seen.
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