Newlywed (Day 263)

Look at me,

waking up thinking

about you, a thousand miles

away. On my finger, a ring,

unmarred, bright with shining

dreams and burdensome

realities. Do you wake

up this way, too—wondering

about me, here in the sun—

on your frost-crisp northern

mornings? Or have the wheels

of your world continued their slow

and steady progress, 

carrying, removing 

you, ever further away?

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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We Did It All Wrong (Day 184)

We did it all wrong,

but we didn't mean to.

You, shoes squealing 

sharply, sliding, 

reaching, saving

the day, captured 

in black and white

like a song. 

Later, the whiteness 
of my arms against 
the darkness of 

your skin astonished me

and you—the moon 

turned us a glowing 

twilight shade of blue. 

We danced, sweet 

and slow, and you left 

your ring on my table,

so I’d think of you, 

and I did, 

and I do, you see? 

But that was all then, 

and we did it 
all wrong, didn’t we?

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: I was unable to figure out to whom this lovely image should be attributed. Please leave me a comment if you know.