When did our passions die?
Where has it gone?
Has our love come to and end;
Or evolved from lover to friend?
Was it circumstance? Happenstance?
Is there hope or are we through?
And our children, do they know?
Do they see all that we do?
Funny that we are both here
Wondering what to do, where to go
In my heart I still call you dear
We are great companions you know
Is that enough for us?
Are we better off somehow?
Is there a comfort in just being near;
Of feeling safe and secure?
It’s still love you know, at least I think so.
Maybe true r by far now we know who we are.
How do I know; what makes me so sure?
Life without you I could not endure.

© Michael R Wood 2002

Lovers at first then over the years passion gives way to friendship and devotion that exceed all words. Old friends finding comfort in a smile or a simple touch.