We promise
we will take a daily dose of each other

We promise
we won't notice how we become a habit

We promise
we will recognize so much of us in cheezy love songs and poetry

We promise
we won't notice how poetry turns to prose
how prose turns to factual reports
about how our days were

notice how what was that thing only we had going
becomes an item on a silent list
between the brushing of teeth and the getting up for work

how a fingertip brushing our grey callous skins
draws retreat and silent apologies where it once drew goosebumps

how our lips black from unspoken misunderstandings
yearn for way back when

Maybe we should have overdosed when we still could
We would have died in bliss
we heard the uncle cynic's snicker
stain the "till death do us part" with truth