We have done what we wanted,
chased our dreams, broken new trail, cooked
over an open fire. We have our lists of promises,
our impossible habits, and more, to comfort us.

Now, with so much behind us,
the trail narrowed to a path,
each moment devoured by memory,
so much heart, the saving graces, all consumed,

we find our way to the dinner table,
where everything is ready for the two of us,
wine, linen, crystal – this grande cuisine,
this feast of promises kept.