a year ago
today
oh do you even remember?
it was a sunday.
the night before
we began our tradition
of acting before saying
of doing, without thinking.
you held me,
we blamed it
on the elixir of the night;
you took my hand,
i closed my eyes.
it was cold and pretty,
dunes and stars
and tired faces...
it was a heartbeat,
a thumb caressing my palm,
it was the first of many hours,
it was a beginning
in all its glory....