We never once kissed on the lips, I remember.
I mentally shrug, thinking it matters little now.
It was forty-odd years ago, I’m eighty-three.
‘That no longer hurts,’ I assure myself, ‘not when
I weigh it against all the lasting things we did achieve’ —
then suddenly I’m engulfed in anguished sobs.
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