Wednesday, July 19, 2006
for nathan
No, there aren't fireworks every day.

Try as we might, most days are burnt popcorn
and bad television on tired sofas.
But these are the moments,
mundane and simple,
that I want only to share with you.

So, no - every day is not a fireworks display -
brilliant and blinding light that soon fizzles and fades.

Ours is a slow, steady flame.

An ember that we nurse over time,
producing a lasting fire.
(Happy Anniversary, babe!)


3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i dont know what sickens me more . . . your post or the fact that youve been with that guy for THREE years.
happy anniversary . . . i guess

Blogger Mrs. White said...

awww. that's the sweetest thing you've said in quite some time, baby brother!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

and the there's the poisoned pesto

"The mother-in-law"

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