That morning stayed with me.
Not for the anniversary itself,
but for what built it.
He, an army man.
She, a homemaker.
Surnames, mother tongues…
So much about them was different.
Except their faith.
Not faith in religion or ritual,
but in love, in trust, in respect.
A winter morning.
Her voice drifted into the guest room
a song untouched by age.
From the sit-out, he joined in.
Her melody found his voice.
Forty years held together
not by habit,
but by music.
A duet that smoothed the pauses,
that chose harmony over solo.
What did I feel?
Admiration?
Or was it jealousy?
Most couples share a roof.
Rare ones share a rhythm.
Where do you find yourself?
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