A Year's Nearly Come.

These days, I look both ways before I step onto the street;
but before now, I'd taken blind steps:
on the off chance that I'd find some relief.
But my shoes have grown tiny wings, and have kept my feet
safe and dry, off of the ground.
So when it rains, I confess, my dear friends: that upon my feet
not a drop of water is to be found.
For the sake of what's late, and the punctuality of such keenness-
I've come to terms with the sickness that I'd caught.
And, just in time, just before the final stages-
I found the cure that I'd always sought.
Like the fabled scene, from that movie,
where vinegar helps the pain,
and water makes it even worse.
There was a chemical burn,
not so soothing,
a hurt like a curse.
But the comfort to be found
in the arms of another who genuinely cares,
is better than any relief I could have dreamed of,
and its ours, only ours, and it can never be theirs'.
Pray tell, my mind fell short, all that time ago;
but it grew wings, and flew forth
to safety: below the thermals that destroy fragile wings.
A year's nearly come since the clarity of your voice stilled the beating of my heart.
A year's nearly come since I've been saved by your hope, your steeled determination to press on.
A year's nearly come to remind us just how real all of this is.
A year's nearly come to keep us humbled in the company of our peers.

Oh, how lucky I am, how lucky we are- something so strong and pure;
we'll surely go far.
Oh, how lucky we are, how lucky we've been to avoid pitfalls that drag others just like us in.
Oh, how lucky we are. How gracefully we stride. How faithful we are, not concerning ourselves with the sin of pride.

A year's nearly come, and I'm counting each day as a blessing;
and counting all of the ways
I've come to love you these past months and days.

You are my wings.