The wrinkles keep comin, more on me than she, deep lines on the...

The wrinkles keep comin, more on me than she, deep lines on the sides of my eyes. I laugh a lot, these are the residue of it, the scars of joy that I have earned. They’ll deepen, with her, they’ll spread in all the places only real smiles make canyons of our skin, all the spots relief settles. A gift, these, reminders that after the darkness, light returns. (at Keswick, Cumbria)

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