there are completely irrelevant
things in our lives
that we will remember until
the day we meet our
makers

her golden hair
in the South Carolina sunlight
the way that she smiled
that no still photograph could
ever replicate

we got married in a fever
it was a young and
wild summer
& I couldn't wait
to meet her
we were unlawfully
wedded
in the years
of our youth
& 'til death do us
part
is our god-given
truth

though miles apart
I could never imagine
being too far
from my dearest friend

the islands that call
bring us both
through our every
fall



for we know we'll reach the sea
in the very end