Ninteen years and three-sixty four days,
So many memories made in between,
So many things I have said and seen,
Yet you back then and you again,
A Different how, different where, different when.

 

So I will write yet again like a comemorative mug,
It’s dual meaning not wasted on me,
About how to this day I am reminded,
That decision made maybe in haste,
I could not have known what would be.

 

Your everything seemed not enough, my first,
Oh how these things come plain as night,
I can only now see with clear sight,
A hundred pounds for every year this day,
Two grand richer but still cant pay my way.

 

Alas I struggle to write this verse,
Fighting off the fog of age, clouding and dissolving,
Healing wounds I am happy to bare,
We cant go back only grow old despite trying,
So here is to you, let me never forget,
Your irreplaceable, indelible memory, never dying .

 

For L, 20 years today.

 

1 April 2012