now

we hold hands at the crosswalk

to the library, we lace fingers and laugh

about stupid question girls and no-name

douche-bags

her presence dispels the loneliness

and brings light like dawn over misty mornings

then

I lived in a different world,

before her

I wanted something we all need

(I knew not that I needed it)

our hands together

are a blessing, an uplifting

a cure for the cold and the storm

I am alone no longer

two whole years spent gloriously

not alone