"...something has been on my mind just lately",
I try to casually mention as I walk into our living room.
It is night and warm, night-blooming jasmine-scented air fills the house. Through wide-open lanai doors, I can see the stars sparkling on the lake.
"hmm?" he replies, as he looks up away from the television. He sees the concern
on my face and as he presses the 'off' button he softly taps the empty space on the
couch beside him.
"Hmmm?" comes more insistently now.
Small wrinkles crease between his eyebrows as he leans in and puts his arm around my white-bath-robed shoulder.
"Just what is on your mind lately?'"
"..it's this aging business", I meekly confess, feeling vain and shallow.
"where did the years, no decades! go?
Just lately, each time I pass a mirror, or step from my shower, memory dances me back to that girl who ran away from England to follow you.
She's gone and I can't find even a trace of her anymore."
The worry-lines between his brows soften as I see the shadow of a complicit smile
begin to form around his icy-blue eyes.
This smile grows as he tips his head to one side and turns my body
fully square to his.
With each of his large, rough hands smothering my bare shoulders
he whispers..."we are two peas in a pod, two Ps playing in our pod".
And as he kisses me softly on the forehead, I find a way to shoo this worry away, at least for now.