Life is at 'pause'
I am past fifty
Home is an empty nest.
Love is a hot cup of coffee
With a gentle argument
About where to plant the jasmine
I picked up from Costco.
All that had to happen has happened
We are left, my husband and me
With boxes of memories
That I do not want to open anymore.
What do you want to do ?
He asks in exasperation
I want to play a wild tune
And dance to something we have never heard before.
