In the cold months, 
when we froze each other out,
when we piled up banks of hate 
and kindled no fires, 
I only shook my head
and wished for this. 

Even when I met you, 
when you turned around 
and my world stood still, 
I never quite hoped 
it would be like this. 

Taking pictures, 
building tables, 
making up traditions, 
I never really believed 
we would have enough time. 


Sunlight in my hair 
and dishsoap on my hands; 
I see snow and smell spring.  
Our girl is asleep, and outside
on our fire escape, 
the birds are eating 
breadcrusts in the snow.  
You touch my shoulder 
and I melt. 
I shiver,
I never even dreamed
it could be like this. 

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