Second Time Around
She leaves her shoes on the table.
kicked off after a night out,
the red bow reminding you of her dress.
A hint of her perfume remains on the pillow
long after she has left for work.
A reminder. A promise.
Marriage again is an act of faith
in history not repeating itself,
of life after life, of a garden blooming again
where once there was dust.
About this poem
Four months into marriage and it is still a miracle to me. She is a miracle to me.