promise

I see the hint of a twinkle in my eyes
in these may photos where in february
it looked like every shred of happiness
had been vacuumed out of my soul

thank you

I promise I will not go to the photoblind where he carved our initials to surprise me
I promise
not yet

constellate

Love is sometimes an accident.

But I thought
a spider was weaving his web through the stars
and got to ours.

I'm scared that no one will smile at me like you did.