It was not much (Day 614)

It was not much, but 

it was hours—

the intimate group of friends,

the bouquet of flowers 

   someone pressed 

      into my hands,

the elusive dress, the dinner, 

the rings we could not afford,

   but bought anyway,

that blurred, cloudy day, 

   when the sun broke through, 

and we promised 

   what we believed 

      was possible.

Looking back, the truth 

   is clear:

It was not much, but,

for a fleeting moment,

it was ours.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six