Fine wine

We banter
years have done nothing
to whittle away
our love

It isn't what it once was

We are older
Far more tired
than not
Seasoned

We can laugh at our former follies
Joke about the flaws
Compliment the qualities
Mutual respect
and appreciation

An anomaly

Old friends 
who became lovers
Old lovers
who became enemies
Old enemies
who became friends

We've come full circle

And as you console me
with words which could have been used
decades past
when you last broke my heart
words which
are rolling off my back
and doing almost nothing 
to stem the wound
left from this most recent
journey into Love's thorny
territory

I know I'll be fine.

Friendship lasts longer
And you and I 
have aged
like fine wine.