He was much older.
I was grossly immature.
A father to me.
We got married on the sixth.
Annulment on the seventh.

Life has clipped my wings.
I fall like a rock to earth.
Waves crash into me.

Can't figure out
Is my cat plotting my death?
Or out of catnip

Reinvented me
Went back to the drawing board
And set it afire.

Piercing the silence
The screams of a dying man,
chased by the reaper

With pen to paper.
There's no place I can't explore.
With a broader lens.

You asked me my name
I answered hesitantly
I was just shy
On that we agree
You put in some work
To make me your friend
I was nervous and quiet
A smile you did lend
We talked for a while.
It was a start
You listened to every word
As I poured out my heart
Who knew where this would go
As we sat holding hands
A nice conversation
About our favorite bands
Now we've been married
For forever and a year
I knew from day one
That we would get here.