We pretended we didn’t know each other. Then we pretended we didn’t like each other. And because we pretended for so long, I think I started believing in the pretends.
He lingers nearby On the edge of the page The page we’re still writing Where love continues to blossom Unfolding ever so delicately And he’s mesmerized By the mind-boggling splendor His eyes so bright Enthusiastically consumed With the miraculous happenings Of what he observes And he stays a little longer Leaning in for a closer view Lingering in the loveliness Of our imperishable page So beautifully written Full of all the days we’ve shared Memories of us And the many years we’ve loved