Out Of The Picture

We might well have ended up looking like this,
me and the little woman; old and worn
and with our mouths turned down.

We’d certainly have been down
in the mouth and worn
out if we'd had a lifetime together. This

I know. But she wouldn’t be holding on
to me. There would be such a distance
between us that one of us

would be out of the picture. We. Us.
Those words grew not to suit us. Distance
is a blessing. It’s good that we’ve both moved on.