He reaches for my hand
I take his, then arm in arm
we walk the distance from the car
he pulls out my chair so I can be seated
I read the menu out loud so he can hear it
our conversation sprinkled with laughter
giggling at comments we’ve made before
when the meal is done he pays the check,
then gallantly offers his hand
and we walked out, a slight limp
in each of our shuffles
but love is like that …
sameness and routine
now that we’ve established the boundaries
not crossing those invisible lines that take us back
to our youth when passions ran hot
our fight was all part of the taming
bubbling just below the surface
borders waiting to be broken.
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