While some might say that they’d “go back”
to where they might begin again,
that would surely not be me
— I wouldn’t trade a moment spent.
When decades pass you realize
it’s not about what’s gained or gone,
but who you're with that matters most
upon this road we’re travelling on.
When I look into your eyes,
I see the man who lives inside
No matter what the odds have thrown
together we have faced them down,
we know exactly where we’ve been
and how together we have grown.
We can’t foresee what lies ahead
nor cannot linger on what’s passed…
no longer hampered by our youth,
our promise takes on different truth.
And I’m reminded once again
—amid October’s rusts and golds,
of that day once, long ago,
and as our story still unfolds
I still can say with certainty
that you and I were meant to be.
© Ginny Brannan 2020
For Ray on our anniversary 10/3/2020
Marvelous language framing these, sentiments, Ginny.
ReplyDeleteGrateful for such kind words from someone whose writing skills and use of language always leaves me in awe. Thank you kindly, my friend.
DeleteI love autumn poems, Gin. I can feel this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joe. I am somewhat amused that this caught the eye of my two dear friends who also happen to live in N.Y. Something in the title, perhaps?!! Stay save and be well, my friend!
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