Married Almost Fifty Years

Had she known
they’d be here
for so long,
she’d have brought
more with her.
But she didn’t.
And they’re stuck
with what they have.
Years tangled
into a tight ball
they roll between
them. Small fists
of winter rubbing
the windows
in the morning.
Dollhouse days
where they move
from room to room
to room
in search of food.