Four Years

Four Years

Air. Space. The smell of salt.
Her hand in mind.
A walk along the shore.

Today we celebrate.
The walk that got us there.
The walk since.

More together
than I believed possible.

About this poem

The woman I love and I celebrate our fourth anniversary today. I have been trying to write about the magic of our love since we first came together. I never capture it all, but if we have enough years together, and I keep writing, I might get it right.



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