You wouldn’t understand

The hope of looking forward

A mere ten years,

(What is a lowly decade

For one who is eternal?)

We didn’t get their last names,

But made the date,

A centurion reunion,

our Aunt, their father,

who shared something so rare

For one night at a mixed table.

He, who outlived his wife,

She, who outlived her sister–

And all the other goodbyes

They did not say.