Limericks

There once was a bed meant for two,

Where sleep was a shared déjà vu.

Our dreams coincide

As we lay side-by-side,

Even snoring sounds oddly like “you.”

We’ve aged like a record on vinyl,

A little bit warped, but worthwhile.

The skips drive us mad,

But the love that we had

Plays on with its own rhythmic style.

Our love doesn’t ask to be new,

It rests in the known and the true.

A look, then a smile,

Says we’re staying awhile—

That’s enough. It’s always been, too.