I close my eyes
and see us in
our youthful bliss
between the
tempest of our teens
and our children’s first breath.

Friday dinners at our little kitchen table
above the bridal store in city’s center

yet home was anywhere
I could gaze into your eyes
and watch your lips form
one of their thousand shapes.

They spoke a language of their own.
My heartstrings pulled with every
upturn or fall.

From this distance,
both in time and in space,
I believe we were so
grateful for each other’s love
because, deep down,
we didn’t believe we were worthy.

Only time proved us wrong.