Nowhere Near Done Poem

It’s amazingly peaceful as memory
Us
On a raft

Cautious steps down Charleston streets
White dresses to twirl in, mirror assurance
Flaws, sweaty palms
But nothing
To break our hand-hold
Tight

Somewhere before a line that was crossed was peace from a battle
Calm born of gunsmoke
A hypnotizing swirl silent as it pulls us under
No lovers embrace
Just a head touch
A second guess
To break our hand-hold
Tight

And jubilee in the midst of profound hurt
The reunion of sorts
where nothing was the same
would EVER
be the same
again