three times we have made it to the northern sanctuary
each carried its own significance
each with its own emotions to bury

one: honeymoon phase
a new beginning, an exciting future
the only constant being us
celebratory boats, bikes, birds

two: friends join
a year in, half a year not all in
shadow follows me around
a week spent in anger, one or two exceptions there

three: pretentions
i hold it together, 1 and a half years in, you know
how much
i crackle, snapped and popped after
i did not dare show my emotions; grin!