Life Our Way

Ours to be lived the way we saw fit
we did it our way, alone together. And
while we are still together, we are alone.
We parted long ago from our friends and
our peers whose interests were simply 
not ours. There were, however, concerns
exclusively ours absent all the things that 
appealed to those whom we knew so well
but as matters turned, knew us not at
all, other than that we were differently
attuned, sufficiently so to be swept
aside in the focus of life that brings
us all tides of happiness and regret. For
us, regret there is none, not for anything
we might have been able to change. For
whatever we were unable to influence
regret has no place. We ascended the
slopes of mountains of opportunity in a
tandem of commitment. If love truly does
mean caring for someone else more than
you do yourself, then ours was true love.
And that love has over the years matured
with the care we feel lapping steadily
against the tide of time and age and our
very existence. There remain mountains
to ascend, and we mount them, steadily.