Keeping your promise.
Taking vows in truth held high.
Knowing it will last.

Another year gone.
Older and wiser we grow.
Innocence is shed.

Two days from today.
I will be driving up North.
Heartache ends with cheer.

Stomach full of fish.
Getting sushi with the guys.
Running up a tab.

So much art to see!
Dali, Magritte, Picasso...
New luggage rules suck.

In the midst of night
an evil clown was lurking
in Hotel Vernon.

Many reunions.

Thirty one months and counting.

Two will be as one.

Digging for mushrooms.

Two dead squirrels with missing eyes.

Fungus among us.

Spotting small bubbles.
Digging through the sand, unearthed.
Clam chowder for lunch.

Unpacked, put away.
Shiny new supplies are here,
Waiting for small hands.

Getting used to it.
The empty void of person.
Solitude is mine.

Trudging through this life.
The only constant is change.
Its time to evolve.

A few hours left.
A climactic reunion.
Months to be as one.

Ten agile fingers.
One hundred and five small keys.
Type type type type type.

As the future nears,
Its not hard to reflect back
And make connections.

Procrastination.
Learning new methods of joy
While ignoring work.

Taking a beating.
Ego is down for the count
While the Id stands up.

Learning Japanese.
Crowded around the speaker,
Comprehension, hai.

To the art museum!
Gathering kids at the door,
excitement abound.

Nearly a decade.
Education became work.
Apprenticeship now.

A surprise waiting.
Phone calls are made to delight.
A dozen flowers.

Two years to the day.
A first kiss in a new bed.
Slightly missing lips.

A week spent apart,
All I want is more of you.
Intoxicating.

One more day from now.

The excitement is building!

How I want you so.

A birthday weekend.

Wet piratey adventures!

Naughty balloons Tom.

A quote yesterday:
Your tattoos are meaningless.
A ten year old girl.

A used-car salesman.
Politicians' crooked smile.
What they say of you.

You've built up your life.
You've done an amazing job.
And still you can't win.

The minutes tick by.
Slowly this silent world stops!
The lockers open.

She left late last night
For two weeks of traveling.
Sleep; interrupted.

Expect a letter.
This is not the news you want.
Tiny, small and pink.

The axe swings wider,
Making cuts and lobbing heads.
Budget cuts are here.

A hundred eyes see
Waiting in complete silence.
Do my toys have souls?

Face to face we meet.
Visual auditory.
Satiated sense.

Firsts for everything.

Friends and lovers will mingle.

Late into the night.