Five

Five, one year longer than the four
we knew each other for.
Those days when the skies looked
blue and the wind blew through
our heads, my skirt, your shirt
the red in our hearts bursting through
our skins, our fingers our toes.

Five is one year longer than the four
we knew each other for.
Before we said I do, before we danced
to the silver tunes. Before we said
there will be no goodbyes. Only you and only
I. Before we took the vows into our skins
and bones. And made a life that is our own.