Six years ago today
Or two thousand one hundred and ninety days ago
I met a beautiful man on a quiet beach
We held hands in the sand
Talked about the ocean and the soul
Kissed under the moonlight
And decided to be together.
This morning I wake him with a kiss
and whisper “happy six years my love”
He whispers back “here’s to another sixty… thousand”
And we both laugh because this lifetime isn’t the end or the beginning at all.
the first night, charcoal, 2002