your hands are soft when they

wrap around my shoulder,

your palms smooth with lines i know inside and

out

like your soul, turning over in my fingertips until

every crease is committed to memory

memories we made that fill my mind like our camera roll

photo reel

and we will watch as “1 year ago today”

turns into “2”

then “3”

then “4”

until our apartment is in the heart of a city just

waiting

for us to to touch the sidewalk and run

until you have pictures of me in my wedding dress

and you catch the bouquet

until we’re old, gray and falling apart

but wrinkles in your hands don’t make it any harder for me

to remember

and we’ll think back to

all those years ago

when we slapped each other with

pieces of bread

because we couldnt find tortillas

when we sang in your kitchen and laughed in your bed,

the sweet melody of our giggles filling hotel rooms like the sunrise in our eyes

and our arms wrapped around each other in a forever embrace

because romance maybe come and go,

but this love,

this love is forever

because i couldn’t forget my sister

and i’m really glad i met her