evermore number 2

I look down at the floor:
Your two tiny lime-green slippers
sit next to my size 9 waterproof boots;
they may seem disparate,
but they have more in common
than can be readily seen,
and are more than comfortable
next to each other,
like You and I:
down through millennia,
each of us, catching the other's eye;
our reunion, now nine months old,
is our ageless story,
only once again retold:
a love of all lifetimes,
a love so bold,
that it ventures to places
both new and old;
You were mine once,
and hence, evermore.

November 29, 2009, for the Wifey.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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