Your moniker was “the love of my life”
Because in my mind you and I would go our separate ways
Then find each other again at fifty-five
When you’d open your eyes and shut the blinds
Because we’d have everything we need here, inside
Where we’d drink our wine and spend the rest of time
Sharing all of our secrets and we’d laugh and we’d cry
Because we’d been looking for each other for half our lives
And being together would be the sweetest surprise
Then we’d grow old together and hold hands together
But we’d never tire of lamenting the tales that left us wise
And finding ourselves in each other’s eyes
We’d share everything but never “Goodbyes”
We’d have half a lifetime to make up for…
But then I met you at twenty-four.
Eleanor Vigneault loves to write poems and writes poems about love.