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...]