Is it a gentle kiss?
Is it a whispered promise?
Is it a summer day’s bliss?
Is it relinquishing your freedom to be with them?
I saw it there, in a memory care unit
He was the only person she knew
He still understood time, place, and her heart
But couldn’t bear to part from her, and got admitted too
In sickness and in health, for better or for worse
70 years together, not a day apart
When death did call, together they traversed
