Us - A poem

The dust of London was on our feet then
Walking, talking,
The River Thames a constant witness to our whisperings,
Caring, sharing,
Mingling stories making memories;
You and I, together, young and in love,
It was all that mattered.
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The sands of time move us on and get between our toes,
Still walking, talking,
In a sunburnt country that we made home;
Still caring, sharing;
Our memories have become stories now,
You and I together - older , slower,
Still - it is all that matters.