Monday, September 24, 2018

It was not much (Day 614)


It was not much, but 
it was hours—
the intimate group of friends,
the bouquet of flowers 
   someone pressed 
      into my hands,
the elusive dress, the dinner, 
the rings we could not afford,
   but bought anyway,
that blurred, cloudy day, 
   when the sun broke through, 
and we promised 
   what we believed 
      was possible.
Looking back, the truth 
   is clear:
It was not much, but,
for a fleeting moment,
it was ours.


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six