ROMEO AND JULIET APPROACH MIDDLE AGE
We were not so reckless after all:
we survived in tact and with few
permanent injuries, except perhaps
the force of habit: balconies still
draw the eye.
We were cautious, took no poison,
buried love up to the hilt
but did not kill it, only let it sleep.
They say the stars were crossed,
but we uncrossed them,
drew them smooth across the heavens,
waited out our fated lot. We didn’t
try to stop time, only just to mete out
all innumerable days.
And now we rise each morning,
damp and weary, smell each other’s
teeth, and put the kettle on the stove
for tea, tell all our disbelieving
children about love.