We met in the classroom: one non-traditional student, one instructor.
A simple lunch to go over material, and then it happened over the buffet line;Really?You don’t say!Me, too!No kidding!As we were saying goodbye, you stole a kiss.Life is complicated at our age.Binding baggage, unusual circumstances.The good ones don’t bail.We know better; be careful what you wish for.I inspired your reading list, you improved my golf swing. Daily cups of tea at a small corner table. Everywhere we went, “your wife,” they would say, “your husband,” they would say. We didn’t correct them. Pet names for all the special things; Don F_______, Doña L________, chico-mío, quantum girl. We shared the big kahuna, too. Too wonderful to describe.
Love is complicated at our age.Binding baggage, unusual circumstances.The good ones don’t bail.We know better; be careful what you wish for.Now it’s public places only, every few weeks. Toe to toe, knee to knee, always touching somewhere, unconsciously, discreetly, and reminding ourselves to cherish what we have. Want what we have. Shared orbits; parallel thoughts; cosmic entanglement, you called it. Perfection.True story, can’t share the names, but you will know us. We’re the couple at the corner table, knee to knee, elbow to elbow, laughing quietly over steaming cups of tea. L.D. Raleigh