Time can no longer fly
that day in December I remember—
I sucked on my soaked
tucked-in socks
When I saw you–with a neat p.a.c.k of straw on your b.a.c.k
I beckoned to you—
you came
but my words, you reckoned with—
with shame
ten years on, then our paths
c + r + o + s + s + e + d
again—
your love became my greatest gain
that time
your heart clicked with my chat trick—
we became friends
who ruled the trends
our detractors
g . u . t . t . e . d
our foes
d . i . s . g . u . s . t . e . d
we married—
our love marred their pride and plots
now twenty-two years
and our love is still
p l e n t i f u l—
with two
b r i g h t
c ~ h~ i ~ l ~ d ~ r ~ e ~n too~
who make our joy
b o u n t i f u l
our haters lie shattered in
s ~ m ~ i ~ t ~ h ~ e ~ r ~ e ~ e ~ n ~ s
and our r a n g e of friends has c h a n g e d over time
even better for our h•o•r•s•e
more than u??s, it has
m•e•t•a•m•o•r•p•h•o•s•e•d—
from a n o s e y friend
to now a n o i s y one
its sorrow u-n-r-a-v-e-l-e-d each time we t-r-a-v-e-l-e-d
when it grew t—h—i—n, with few t—h—i—n—g—s to eat
we have t.r.a.n.s.f.o.r.m.e.d through
many love s.e.a.s.o.n.s for many r.e.a.s.o.n.s—
that sculpted us into better lovers
we are now two jolly f~e~l~l~o~w~s
who f~o~l~l~o~w love's dictates—
and we are,
today
b-e-t-t-e-r
for it
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