CONSUMMATION

I am fairly contented with life

Sometimes the longer you live without
a husband, and children, a home
the more you realize you really don't need them
to be happy, alive, fulfilled

My First Love has always been there
and the longer we are together
the more I am made complete

Yet sometimes the memory of other loves
creeps in and punctures the moment
with their words, their gaze, their lips
and the only regret I have
is that they have been granted the power to interrupt
the consummate love no others can match