over due

I'm sorry that I've never written you a poem
or documented us this way
but every time I look into your eyes
they tell the whole story, better than I could tell it myself

and like a child my heart yearns
"tell me again,
tell me the story again"

And with one look in your eyes I see

me scraping the bottom of my cup,
smiling the whole drive home

and the night picnic under the stars

how we kept scooting closer together
both unsure of the limits

a hammock, a nasty view
and your heart racing against my ear

the night I told you everything
and you just listened.

blankets in your backyard
and even though we just had our first fight,
realizing that I loved you

the driving realization
that you're a lot like my dad

a dark parking lot
and an "iloveyou"
and an
"iloveyou...too"

how could I possibly tell the whole story
of how I continue to fall in love with you

how could I possibly put into words
every little thing you do

and even though I am just brushing the surface,
this poem is long, long over due.