We will be old someday,
In fact, we are quickly on our way.

When that day comes,
Will we regret what we left behind?
Will regret who we left behind?
Each other I mean.

Will we anguish over decades of
comfort, companionship lost?

 Side by side through life's
triumphs and inevitable tragedies.
Only not.

Or will we feel
relief, release for our new-found freedom,
by then long discovered.

I'd rather not find out.
Happy ignorance, partnered
and nieve of alternate paths,
I'd rather choose love.
Will you too?