The 11th Year

Building left us broken
ships in the night,
hurt and lonely.
Below the waves a current was pulling.
The harsh truth?
I didn’t know you fully.

But you tied your bow to mine,
securely.
Whispering secrets across our pillows
That honesty, vulnerability,
I held on tight
afraid to reciprocate
but tired of trying to be right
by myself.

And you’ve proved constant
my lover turned constellation
My sometimes guide,
my always haven.