La Maison en petits cubes

Each day measures more. Now one-third of our lives together. Brick by brick and stone by stone into the wall of Our Time. Increasingly, it becomes difficult to remember a time without you. Today we recalled together when we set out, young, going to a new place, only you and me. Here, we've stayed with modest increase; it's still just you and me. Holding your hand in the dark. You let me wear your gloves because I forgot mine. You walk slowly with me as I limp. Eternity is now. In the end we both believe the only mark you leave on time is the impress of love. I am sure husband, time will remember us.