When you galloped into my life on your valiant steed,
Proudly announcing your arrival,
I was not swept off my feet.

No, they had long since been buried in cement.
For fear of tripping, I guess.
Fear of falling?
Fear of hitting the ground.

And as for my breath,
I simply had none left.
None to be taken or held.
Stolen or caught.
None to be wasted.

But this is not a poem about my past.
This is not one more memento of mistakes and heartaches.
No, this is me thinking about the future for once.

This is about love.

At least, it has the potential to be.