March 2nd, 2002
		It's our anniversiry. What I never remembered during thirty-five years Overwhelms me in the thirty-sixth with its bittersweet intensity. The love in my heart for you now, (and that I was always so bad at expressing) overflows and deepens my lonliness. It is a composite love,    composed of the passion of youth,       like stolen pleasures in the sun room of your parents home,       and a honeymoon spent mostly in bed.    And the fights! Oh! the fights!       You made me so mad I threw my coffee against the wall,         and I don't even remember why.       Or the time your were going to leave          and I ran in front of the car to stop you A shared lifetime of caring deeply for another person glows now, like a fireplace on a cold winter's night A tear comes to my eye, just when I thought I was through crying, But brings strength for the morrow. And the work of eviscerating my solitude.