One summer,
While I was bagging groceries,
There was this older man,
With thick rimmed glasses
And the same old leather shoes and creased dress pants
He wore in the army …
He and his wife would come in and talk with me …
He told me everyone thinks they have it figured out
In our 20s in our 30s
Everyone wants to have a thousand loves …we want to hold ourselves to this idea we have in our head…
Well who said we had to be what we thought ?
Who told us that?
he had watched her
Go through more hobbies
And gardens
And paint sheds
She had loved him through alcohol and automobiles and Sunday papers, cigarettes and pipes …
He felt like he had spent his life with several different women …
Because he had spent it loving her through all the different versions of herself…
None of us stay the same
And that was the kicker
We all grow and change
Like the seasons
Nothing stays the same all year …
We are living
And we are loving
Be gentle
Go gently
There’s no second drafts.
Most of us I suppose
Will go through three or four relationships in our life
Some may be repeated
That’s just life
Don’t get caught up
On time
And what you think they or yourselves should be …
Go gently
-E
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