'Tis late

I planned to be here after

After you'd  come here

To me

Now

I sit and wonder

Why we take long walks

On separate paths

Only to converge again

I plan to be here after

Your return

But

I am here before

Before you come to me

Bringing

Assurances

 I know I’m not the only one

To find this place

Just

The only one

Sitting here at half past long hours 

Too quiet to take notice

A laugh escapes my lips

I don’t know

What to make of this

A fragile bliss

Too strong

To melt 

Rings that bond

Rings that bind

Let us 

Infuse the memories

Confuse the fates

I take you as you are

'Tis late 

But

Better late

Than naught

To catch such bright array.

by Denise Baxter Yoder

© Newcastle Bride