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