if i had known those first two years three months that you would come along i'd have missed you like my sight but she cannot miss sight who never saw instead i thank the stars for these past 20 years and pray for decades more
i started writing a poem about you the words were ropes wound tight around my hands but the ship was sinking. so i cut the ties the knife slipping and slicing cuts in my hands and i let go before i too became a wreck