Sweet soft reminders of before,
then comes more...
A rush of emotions blind unseen,
moments surely in-between.
Hearts could beat as one,
righting every wrong.
More than then, more than now,
more than weary question how.
But can old turn to new,
and slowly pull them through?
Beyond the weight of six lost years,
shattered in the wake of fears.
Tears that added two,
nothing left to do.
What foolish words made bitter still,
found life by way of heart and will.
No reason to refrain,
two hearts in love remain.
Dishonest in their hopeful ache,
childlike in each found mistake.
More than that and this,
two hearts, one bucket list.
She is milk and he is wine,
they are surely by design.
A perfectly imperfect pair,
where will they go from here?
Sweet soft reminders of before,
beyond the threshold of that door.
A broken typewriter key,
the symbol of what could be.
Awake in stride of eight long years,
as truth of love with voice appears.
This day that woke two hearts,
no longer worlds apart.
Here, is where they start...
one masterful work of art.
K.E.C
aka Deo Volente
9.13.2026
