Epithalamion

That's how things are for most women and men: there's lego-love, children, the mortgage then the decades of talk, privily on the pillow in the dark, over coffee in the kitchen Sunday mornings, sotto voce among friends...and the wordless way a glance, the mouth, an eyebrow twitch tell us everything...

And there is the kindness of love, which sees past the upset and rage, beyond the wrinkle and grey hair, to what there was before, more, to what is always there: the person who in some unfathomable way became you, you realise, from that first day.