I stop. And think it over

Paul Simon’s song ‘Overs’ haunts me.

Especially that ending line.

A brief good night kiss and a whisper In my ear, “We’ll get over this.”

Will we? And at what cost?

There are no secrets between us. But we have shared secrets. We’d never cop to it unless national inquirer paid us to, but it’s true.

There’s no fun. Only duty. Carry on. Reveille and a snappy salute begins the day. Taps ends it.