You sent back in words
thoughts that stirred you
as you in company of wife
and child with my wife
and my son in great delight
in that nice ambience of
the glass-walled dim-lit hotel with chefs and boys
attending on, you spent time you thought
you deserved after work
and wars fought over years
over who should know how
life in love has to be spent
or why the love that turns
a corpse never is a thing
to be put down in grace
in all formal social ways.
Your thanks explain
where in life in love
we need all to celebrate
all our re-unions in silence
since words mar love
and tend to mark it
over-done or unwanted
or even ill-timed or scandalous and bedevilled.
