Finesse

I stare at a picture

patterns of vision

I see our future

picture a vision:

 

couple of kids- white loaded fence

and two-story- puppers or two

our story;

one thing at time-

 

been through hell and back-

two times and we’re back

not enough time for that

it kills me-

 

it takes some finesse

can’t hide any of that

you stay on my mind

all the time- all the time

 

trials and more

bless it wouldn’t be half of what it is

if it was anybody else

but you.