Going To Starbucks

Going out into a Saturday,
A cold one, near the end
Of the year, out into the
Commons, with an old friend
Who, when all is said and
Done, is there to lend
A hand to hold, an ear
To listen, my friend for life,
Who happens to be my wife.

We know each other well,
Know more than we can say,
So we will sip our coffees, and
Not say much, out on this Saturday.