The Kind of Couple We Were

We would be eating pie right now.

That’s the kind of couple we were.

Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids.

Sharing and stealing our slices in turn.

That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign,

Has been replaced by a pizza joint.

But that’s what memories do-

Change.

Four years ago we walked there hand-in-hand.

Free pie Wednesday fell on pie day.

We said we HAD to go.

Using coincidents as excuses;

That’s the kind of couple we were.

We said we’d make it a yearly tradition.

We would celebrate our anniversary with pie instead of cake.

Something a little different than the standard.

That’s the kind of couple we were.

But, there never was another pie day. No second anniversary.

A grand tradition, 1 year running.

The best either of us could ever do.

That’s the kind of couple we were.