How many times we went to bed at night
Not daring to think what might…
We let the barren years unwind
Put out of time, put out of mind
Half a loaf, always wasted
Half a life, never tasted
Semi detached, but never homely
Always busy, always lonely
Until we slid on the soft vows of love
And they fitted like, well, a glove
As we knew they would, hand in hand
To pass to each a wedding band
At last at home and well respected
Now our lives can be inspected
Middle aged, with joys unlikely
The secret fires yet burning brightly
john coldwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remarried/
