She was twenty-one

and I was only twenty

but we both knew it was plenty

to take on the world together

and we did

Three years earlier

the die was cast

in spite of naysayers

who said it wouldn't last

well it did

A few days ago would have been

sixty-one marvellous years

even if the final seven

were rife with tears

and they were

With a bitter outlook

it seemed perfection wasn't on

not the norm, not allowed

mattered not what we'd vowed

forever

And now it's faded memories

pictures in a frame

lots of old mementos

but it will never be the same

yet ever on my mind