Sitting on his lap
His head between her breasts
and the laughter of a joke whispered loudly between them
Years on,
They will scream each other’s names
from a nightmare
Shelf the scales that fell after the romance
Hold them up as masks for family gatherings
Forget they are masks
They will find another use for pain'
she will cook it for supper
He will swallow what hurt tastes like
Drown it in alcohol
In all of this, they stay together
Say, “I love you“ with laughter
His eyes will twinkle from memory
She’ll sit on his lap and the bond weaves again
They loose their breath to private jokes
Baritone and Alto,
We witness a song flung up to heaven.
***A Song Flung Up To Heaven is a title from Maya Angelou’s book
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