Second Chances

12 months of friendship  
1 full day spent surf n’ turf.  Stealing kisses and smiles, in world of a pearly oyster.    
3 days of miscommincation.   Nuclear war eruption, not even UN could put out the fire.    
28 months of aftermath, more strange than 2 strangers in a fiction.    
     
Then one fine day      
an email arrived    
unexpectedly      
through a door      
without a lock or a key    
     
You read about the fires and thought of me    
did it remind you of the bridge burned    
after you crossed once or twice in trepidation      
tossing your greatest fears over your ears      
damning love and all its possibilities.    
     
Did you think about me      
while another was asleep in your nook of      
hearth her back against your heart on sleeve    
feigning sacred vows while I weaved poems      
for other lovers in other lives with dirty ink.    
     
You drowned in fishbowl of alcohol begging for    
death but it spit in the mouth slithering away.      
Then you lit the night canvas with neon cigs      
creating your own midsummer night’s dream      
with blue steel hands lost in loss of everything.    
     
8 months later…    
     
Your face as serene as aquamarine reef      
matching your eyes, no longer averting    
searches my face, moving a lock of hair    
tucking behind my ear      
losing yourself in my gaze    
reborn, renewed      
discovering      
life’s mysteries.    
     
Whispering softly:    
I do, I do, I do    
I love you    
     
No longer in fear.