I remember the first time I saw you
bespectacled and
that newsboy hat atop your
dark hair.
Skin the color of
moonlight,
lips the pink of
strawberries.
I wanted to kiss the smile
on your berry mouth.
Today,
we lugged a cheap desk up
the stairs to our apartment
and threw out the old
La-Z-Boy we used to crowd into
to watch movies on your computer,
back when we had no couch
and no apartment.
We exchanged a memory
for the promise of a future
filled with words and freedom
and dreams fulfilled.
Things have changed for us,
and the world spins brighter
and brighter each month,
moving us towards new horizons.
The future obscures our eyes,
like the sun.
I’m so glad you’re here,
along for the ride,
shining out loud with your
fluorescent vibe.
