6 Month

Six-month ticks and the clock can't keep up
with our phantom tricks of distance kisses.
Storms and fires and screams have made glue
and it's true; I'm still stuck on you.
Other smiles flipped but your cool, sweet sip
stayed fresh and waiting, patient abating
even when I'm degrading.
Each day we look for ways to serve the needs
and feed the other's soul in italic and bold
encouragements that dent the laments.
We seek wisdom and hope in Daddy's hands
to strike our band with a perfect match
that lights anew at each encounter.
You, my always-in-it-to-the-end best friend,
have brought me limitless joy in crafty boxes
as your fox ears lift with your sly smile
and I dance enhanced in your likes.
After so long you still say, "hello"
never quite, "good bye," but always,
"Talk to you tomorrow" and we release
phone and hand grip grinning, with a sigh.



Dedicated to Lyndsay.