At first I
Thought that we
We were just
Two knickknacks collected
On a whim
Just things from
Somewhere else placed
Here to remember
A bygone time
Obviously different yet
Strikingly similar we
Hold a place
One of memory
Until today when
Hands repositioned us
You over there
And me here
Closer than before
Complimenting each other
As we hold
The world between
Us as bookends
We must grow
Together and not
Apart and that
My dear boy
Is the essence
Of a relationship
Yesterday was filled
With sunshine and
Frivolity like I
Was sitting at
A cafe near
The Seine people
Watching while enjoying
A sparkling aperitif
It was you
Sometimes in life
Even sturdy things
Like hickory or
Walnut credenzas require
A face lift
Veneer is applied
A thin often
Gilded or shiny
Layer of freshness
To give the
Appearance of newness
However that which
Allows the new
Is still old
Sturdy and strong
Such are the
Things that older
Younger relationships are
Frequently made of
I have written
More to you
Than any other
Lover ever before
I have written
About you for
You to you
I have described
You places for
You places within
You you within
Places and yet
You are incomplete
Not that you
Are I am
I will keep
Writing for you
Until the world
Knows you exactly
As I do
