Somewhere in the Lowcountry

 

Yesterday, sitting together,
At the two ends of our grey, worn-out sofa,
We looked into each other's eyes,
With a silent acknowledgment,
That our endless discussions on,
Where to retire, where to live,
Cannot drag on forever, for

Time, once abundant,
Now feels limited.

We realized, that now is the time,
To simplify our needs:
A small postage-stamp home,
Somewhere in the Lowcountry,
Where four seasons color the pages
Of the wall calendar in different hues,
Will suffice,
And yes, a Total Wine,
Within a thirty-minute drive.

In that place, we can settle,
Living together and learning,
How to be alone,
After one of us departs.