I wouldn’t have guessed that after all this time
You and I
Would still be wading
The avenues of implacable distress,
And churning our stomachs
In ways which some would call
Counter-productive, but for us,
It’s just a good time.
Always, I’m silently moved by
The muddled triumphs beneath
Our shortcomings, almost too obscure.
And I can safely say that I
Have seen more of the world
With you than with anyone else.
Such marvels! inexorably woven
Across the expanse of my vision.