Tonight we'll go to dinner in DC to celebrate --- just the two of us. It's amazing that we still have so much to talk about -- not like one of those couples in Two for the Road that the protagonist observes in restaurants as married because they eat in silence. No, not at all. If we're silent, it's only because we've got a mouth full of food!
I've included this poem I wrote because I think it defines, at least in part (not the morbid part), our relationship.
Talk Before Sleep
In the space before sleep
We breathe, slow and steady
As I drift, it occurs to me
How would you like to die?
Huh, he says, annoyed, reluctant to tempt fate
I continue, never minding his concern
I'd like to die either in my sleep
or while having sex
he says, Either way will be a shock
for the one left behind
I laugh and press again
So how, I ask, how
Silence and breathing pass between us
First, he answers quietly