50 years of love

so here we were at a bench in stanley park. you had fallen asleep by my side. we both wanted to see the sunset but you weren't feeling so well so you layed down on the bench and i cradled your head on my legs and in that instant i was your caretaker. you were wholly mine and as you escaped to faraway lands i smiled, and in that smile it encompassed the love, happiness, and gratitude for what the universe had brought me at last.

i watched as others passed by and some would glance down at you, at us. i wonder if they knew they were witnessing two people very much in love?

as i took in the moment and watched the sky, the clouds, the bay, the sun enjoying its last minutes to shine; i heard half conversations from friends walking by, saw couples holding hands and in the bench next to me an old man sitting alone found a friend.

here we were amidst a pool of colorful souls, in a city that for us was unfamiliar, unknown. here we were building a home.

i watched the sunset color the sky, enjoying this moment and mesmerized by the shadow of you and i that the sun left behind.

(the bench was a 50 year wedding anniversary gift *dedication* for parents from their children)