Romance matured

So.
I eat dinner
at the kitchen table.
Or watching a movie.
Or standing up.

And I enjoy that.
If I think of it
at all.

You can’t eat romance
and flowers are probably poisoned
by some pesticide.
Candles put out CO2.
(But I dabble in all of those from time to time.)

You could say this
phase
of our relationship
is old hat, needs new life, lack a certain pizzazz.
Maybe.

We’ve grown and achieved
accumulated comfort,
relatively,
raised kids.
That’s all in the past
but they’ve marked us
with their stamp.

And we live on
perhaps to create
to learn/relearn
what remains unmarked
and unaccustomed
and unenjoyed.

We do our own
things
help others
make something better
if we can
but enjoy the
company
none-the-less
at the kitchen table
or living room
or standing up.

Just so.

-2011/03/15-

-this is a response to the song “I Eat Dinner (When The Hunger’s Gone)” words and music by Kate McGarrigle which was done so beautifully on the album Heartbeats Accelerating and by (Kate’s son) Rufus Wainwright and Dido. I love listening to this sad song but, usually, the lyrics just don’t apply to me. Romance is only part of a relationship to me.

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