In a pan around picture you stand
in the center of the room as I nod
at the line across space, our families.
A smile had dawned in our hairlines.

It could have lasted as long as
you wanted to let it remain.
The years all pattered on in the rain,

pushing you and I farther than either
of us can remember. We ran a finger
over us, inside a circle, faced as man
and wife. In that one last moment,

you and I walk out together slowly
and watch an early rain fall drip away.