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Isn’t that the way it is
after 25 years
lying next to each other ... the detail makes it a trifle too sentimental
 
one stirring, the other
half-awake murmuring 
in her half-awake voice  ... prosaic
 
good night sweetie
and you turn
your face in her hair
 
only to get lost again in her scent
shampoo and perfume ... too direct, almost prosaic
Antonio’s Flowers you think
 
in that moment for a moment
you are nothing but blue eyes 
moving across the lobby holding ... the anecdote goes on for too long
 
you in her gaze just long enough
to undo you, and the belly laugh
when she learned your mother
 
and her favorite doll growing up
had the same name. I love you
you say to the back of her head
 
to the sound of even breathing
your legs two peninsulas separated  ... this is a good line
by a sea of pets as you drift into sleep ... 'a sea of pets', you mean literal pets - dogs, cats? that would be a cute image, but it's unclear. The other sea of 'pets', with the verb, doesn't quite work
  
Isn’t that the way it is?

Hi bryn - I think it's great as a Valentine's note to the missus, but as a poem it's overly sentimental.
I think it needs a fairly substantial pruning and the occassional flash of insight