The Way We Were Is the Way We Are

I am swing. He is jazz.

I'm sweet white. He's dry red.

I am loud. He is quiet.

I am Felix. He is Oscar.

I am motion. He is rest.

I'm New England. He's Miami.

I run. He walks.

I like mild. He likes hot.

He imbibes. I rarely do.

I am an early bird. He is a night owl.

I am words. He is numbers.

I am antique. He is modern.

I say, "Turn it off." He says, "Leave it on." 

He can remember. I can not.

Thirty-six years.

Not always easy, yet always perfection.