Day 7 of National Poetry Month

                                                                           Eight Months

Today has been many moons coming,
off and on for years we passed by each other.
Now together, finally an us, love holding us in its grip,
you and me, me and you, once was two, now us one.

Arms open wide, hurting deep inside,
falling into pain, to emerge with love again.
Life stopped for a little while, well so it seemed,
moving forward where only once before I dreamed.

Holding hands through life, living with no more fear,
Once alone, now holding each other tight.
So far have we come, into the present tense,
right now, right here, right in our love.

together till we part from this earth,
Eight months in, but knowing this is it.

Happy day 7,
your storyteller/poet


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