Punch Card

I miss it
Tactile assurances
Of the voting power
Physical
Reassuring feeling
In action, in the hand
Pushing through
Making more than ones and zeros   

Life Long Duet

She sang
Long forgotten notes in thirds above
His aging tremelo
Dancing steps they hadn't done in years
Sweet hymns above
Her inability to know where she was
Transcended by
Remembered melodies from behind the pew
His wife

He sang
Now gray and dapper sitting by the bedside
Gazing
With her in the moment, both now and then lost
In the love dance
His tenor wavered by the years, but no less tender
Time invested
In their tender duet that now transcends the physical decline 
Her beau