Her voice when she spoke was

Her voice when she spoke was
all he could have hoped
melodious and soft,
weak and nearly trembling.
His heart went out to her.
His voice when he spoke was
all she had expected,
strong and slightly loud,
meaning to own whatever
it took as a topic,
which just now was her.
She relaxed, feeling safe,
feeling he would deal with
whatever happened. They
fell into each others’
arms and through the floor and
through all the intervening
years, to stop here where
neither ever meant
to be, a mean old man,
a nagging old woman,
in a dilapidating
house with upkeep problems.