FADE INTO MIDDLE AGE

sundays are for lovers, for you & I,
for grocery shopping,
you have wine, I have an edible
we clean the house of things
we don't need, garage sales & bin bound
I clean my bike as if I will ride it, 
& you smile as I stumble on the pavement,
as if you believe me
sundays are for lovers
you prepare meat for the grill, 
& I pretend I'll like it
corn on the cob 
& the breeze is like spring, 
like opening up a door
to who we were
sundays are for us, & as we fade into middle age, 
I do not mourn the wasted ways we drifted