Because I fear change –
and we have been together
for over forty years.
Because of guilt and repentance.
Because of our son, the grandchildren,
our circle of long-married friends.
Because of our home – the Victorian
he bought the day we met.
Because the old ash trees still
stand out front, casting
shade against a harsh sun.
Because I am gaining what some call grace.
Because, if blessed, romantic love
gives way to deep caring.
Because for-better-or-worse is
no change-of-mind promise.
Because I have nowhere else to go.