This October

This October



On October twenty-fourth, four years ago,
            He was saying his good-byes
                        To his best friends--
                        His mother, his aunts--
            And packing up his house,
                        To start a new life
                        South and on the Gulf.

On October twenty-fourth, four years ago,
            I was living in bottles, in despair,
                        Losing everything,
                        Killing myself slowly
            With whatever tools I could find
                        On over-mortgaged,
                        Undervalued time.

On October twenty-fourth, three years ago,
            He was weekending on Eola,
                        Honeymooning,
                        Licking his own wounds,
            From a broken heart of his own,
                        Navigating lost love
                        On the crest of new hope.

On October twenty-fourth, three years ago,
            I was made alive again, alive,
                        Unexpectedly,
                        Underservedly ,
            Loved with pure affection,
                        Loved first and frightened
                        By certain failure,
            Loving back apprehensively.

On October twenty-fourth, two years ago,
            We lived together in remnants
                        Of my shattered past,
                        Spooned on my old sheets,
            That I cautiously unmade, clinging
                        To the anxiety of
                        Abandonment
            In the face of full acceptance.

On October twenty-fourth, one year ago,
            We had made our own place together
                        Just ours and modest,
                        Just ours together,
            Free from haunting ghosts and
                        Free from depression;
                        With our own dirty sheets,
            With our own life together, with love
                        And tomorrows
                        And yesterdays
                                    Of our own.

On October twenty-fourth, one minute ago,
            We committed to a together forever
                        With diamonds and gold rings:
                          Quietly: unceremoniously.
            The sweetest kiss he ever gave me
                        The sweetest I’ve ever had
                        The last kiss I’ll ever need,
            Saying our hellos, officially an us:
                        No forced labels,
                           Just love promises

                                    Of our own.


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Comments

  1. Simply beautiful! I am going to copy it and homely remember to change the date when my anniversary comes.

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  2. Thank you! That is exactly what I want people to do! This poetry is for everybody.

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