Talk Before Sleep

As of today at approximately 11:30, my husband and I will have been married for 38 years -- more than half our lives!!!.  I've never dated anyone this long :).  Every once in a while, I'll dream that I fret because no one has asked me for a date in a long, long time.  I don't know why this comes up, but it does.  I'm sad until I wake up and remember I've been married to my best friend for all this time.  Dating others might be problematic.
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

to ask

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

Oh,

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