It doesn’t feel
anymore

Like it was just yesterday

Instead

It feels like a normal progression
of time

Has ticked by

A train conductor roaming
our locomotive life
collecting tickets and clocking our
many
minute details

It would seem
love

Will have to get off at the next stop

She may be short a bill or two
today

The senders have not been right
away

But you have made sure the clicking sound
of the seconds that are
approaching in step and assuring
destination
over destiny

It would seem
those seconds are steady

And it is your consistency, my darling
that means the world to me