He placed the tray in the middle of the table.

Pulling out her chair

Gave a sigh of relief

In his mind thought, "I'm still able"

Gently taking her tiny wrinkled hand guiding her as she took her place in the chair.

Her smile the same as it had been for what seemed years.

He took his seat across the table,

The wrinkles in on his face showed many years that had passed now.

They had shared everything for so many years, they seemed to know nothing else.

They were one.

This had to be what it felt like to live in a painting that would never fade.

As they swallowed a handfull of afternoon pills that kept them alive for a time they smiled,

Smiles that hadn't changed in all the years they had known together.

Years through growing through fights, unending bliss, children, children's impossible moments, grandchildren, war and so very much more.

Eventually there would be an end.

But for now they still smile, they love they live in their painting that never fades.





(this is my original work please use my name if you copy it.)