Love Poem: The 14th Day of the Second Month
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Written by: Debra Lynn

The 14th Day of the Second Month

My marriage took place on this day 
a few thousand pages ago
nestled somewhere in between 
a wistful dream 
and some silly reality show

We started out like frick and frack 
the joker and his queen
There were no better suited 
For the things we’d plan and scheme 

Friday night was the night
to savor a fine bottle of wine
Sharing stories of our childhood
short quips line by line

We’d turn on music and dance 
to reminiscent tunes
and laugh as we swayed about 
our dimly lit up room

We’d often stop our silliness 
and talk about our plans
For building a life we’d both delight 
as we grew older
hand in hand

I can’t remember the day 
our Fridays seemed to stop
It must have been the time 
our lives began to flop

All the dreams and silly schemes 
We’re suddenly too much
to fit into our busy lives
Our hands no longer touched

I often wonder how it is 
two as perfect as us
Would let ourselves forget 
to remember 
why we loved so much