Twentyfive years

They didn’t know so many things

then, when they promised

they’d be together forever.

What does forever even mean

in a world where life and death

of all things and all togetherness

follow each other around

like the shadows sowed

onto our heels at night?

Does getting married mean

that two people stop measuring time

and only seek to magnify their best

for each other in each moment

in their thoughts and words and deeds?

Or is marriage simply the greatest act

of faith there is

that—surely—may bind us politically

or denominationally

but more so…

eternally?

According to them,

it may be worth a try.