Threshold

to S & T

You’re a journey with speed bumps in place to appreciate this town,
you’re a Sunday with a reminding hangover not weighing me down,
you’re a multitude of imperfect perfections,
you’re a galaxy of future photographic collections.
Our souls were forged in a collapsing star
billions of years ago, I for you, I for you.
My life, alone, a pastiche that seemed so noir,
our days, together, will always be too few.
To have and to hold, to never forget, to never regret
that January day we met:
six years a fairytale
guiding each other down the trail
to here, now, where I take thee,
and I take thee
on this longest day of the year,
the brightest day of my life,
hovering in a celestial sphere,
to be my husband. To be my wife.