One More Year (51)

Year One was fun and full of laughter
And tears
And wonder
With no promise of what comes after
One more year.

Days became years in growing and finding
Things to see,
Things to be
With friends and boyfriends bump and grinding
One more year.

With fingers flying, keyboards trying
To keep up,
To trip up
Those smokin’ hands and motors frying
One more year.

The day I met her I only heard
Possibilities,
Probabilities
As rapid-fire delivery insured
One more year

I would know her as friend knows friend.
Spending moments,
Spending time,
Then losing time that seemed to end
One more year.

Yet circumstance would intervene
To incite,
To invite
A relationship that now has seen
One more year.

One more year, a year to savor
All new hope,
All new love
Of dreams revealed that seem to favor
One more year.