I want to take you
back to the beginning,
to when I first held your hand
and kissed you nervously
in that little room
that served as our gateway
to our garden
where we’d disappear time and again
each time our eyes meet.
And even now,
it still opens up for us,
growing new leaves and blossoms
in places we never thought
could still expand
the way our hearts do for each other.
I will see you in the hallway
of our next abode
where we’d set up tollways
to collect kisses as we pass
each other by.
There will be singing and dancing
the way we did under the moon
to that song’s soulful tune.
Hold on to me
because I will fly us
to where we shared
our first cup of coffee
on that hot day,
today as we celebrate
a new moon cycle together.
Come with me;
I will take you inside
the pages
of the first words I wrote for you,
and let me inscribe them
in your heart this time
in ink as old as the moment
I first dreamt of your eyes.
Read them again
next time you’re alone
in a hallway we haven’t both
walked together.
For I will be there
setting up tollways
when you turn the corner.
Hallways and Tollways
November 1, 2022
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