.

A day like many,
small town drugstore,
she behind the lunch counter,
he just back from
the Unpopular War,
spots her,
saunters over to the counter,
sits down.
.
It’s been a while,
but she remembers
his coffee order,
brings it to him,
with a small creamer
of half and half.
Asks “sugar ?”
.
He replies,
as in days long
passed:
“Just stir it with
your finger,
it will be sweet enough”.
.
As she tells the story,
they’ve been married
more than fifty years.
He doesn’t remember
details of those years,
he’s fighting a different
battle now.

As his wife tells the story,

he smiles, laughs,
says:
“I always got you
with that line.
You’ve always been
the sweetest girl
I’ve ever known.”
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