Sometimes
When I think
Of you
I picture you
At your place

I think of
July 4th
Cautiously turning
Over milestones

Carefully climbing
Every rung
On that ladder
My hands shook
But I would
Never tell

Fumbling through
The dark
Grasping your hand
And gripping it
Like a vice

Fireworks went off
For us
As your place
Slowly became

Our place.