Let’s Go On an Adventure Before It’s Too Late

Prose Poetry

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I told you: “We’re not getting any younger.”

You didn’t laugh, but your lips twitched as if you thought I were just being cute. Maybe I was. But why couldn’t you take me seriously for once in your life?

We had laced our hands together back in high school, our fingers twining as if there were no force that could break apart our bond. Back then, we just didn’t know any better. What was the world when you thought you had all the years ahead and the promise of what they offered?

Years. What fools we were. We should have run right then to begin our life together. Maybe we could have lived in the woods and pretended modern society didn’t exist. (The trees — I hear them whispering now, the leaves making a melody known only to the forest and the creatures who thrive in it. Do you hear that sound too?)

You said: “Come on. We’re not going anywhere.”

You were tempting Fate right then, sticking your tongue out at her as if you had any right to think you were better off than any other unlucky soul on earth.

We passed through the seasons together and felt invincible when we made it through another barren winter. And when spring came, we took our time along man-made paths to watch as petals scattered from the…