Monday, May 8, 2017

8 Saal

That sunny day,
Under that full tree
We stood slightly nervous
At the union of our unlikely
Families
Wholly resolute in our
Understanding
Of what brought us there
And where we would be going next.

I blink back a few pushy tears
When I think of all the moments
Since
And hope for all the moments
Onward.

Like getting ready for a trip
And packing up everything we need
In the luggage of our lives.
Our collective existence
As us.

Eight years have past
And I still can't
Unpack our bags.

Maybe it's because
I know we have another adventure
Just around the corner.

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