6 months (part 2)

today, oh today two-twenty-five oh-nine
we made it, we did it
yes still more to come
but how far and how faithful
the past wraps up a gift.
it offers it to tomorrow
to be opened again.
again and again, the future continued
shall unwrap hope.
‘s long as the past continues to give.
~
we’re one more step!
still restraints on the form
still not quite like prose
but see beauty in lines
though short, albeit choppy
it’s worth it for now, love
to see your hand in mine
~
it’s one more freedom
i must treat it with respect
that should not be hard since
it’s YOU that i love
not the hand that i hold
i love to hold YOUR hand
because it’s YOU that i love.

6 months (part 1)

12 months ago
i was turned on my head.
left for dead.
by what i read.
your words crushed me to knees.
crying out, “please.”
yet gave us keys.
still. the door was aardvark.
we(’)re in the dark.
no place to park.
6 months ago
we said, “Let’s start for real.”
still with meter and form,
but we dropped a restraint;
for as boyfriend and girl
we had dumped the strict rhyme.
so appropriate now
was a tad more freedom.

[...to be continued tomorrow...]