For Suzanne on our thirteenth
When we first walked side by side
Through the Boston Commons, you
On your way to a concert,
Me on my way to the sea,
And even though we'd only
Just met, I knew there was
More to us than a stroll on
A late summer afternoon,
Or rather I thought there
Could be more, but how could
I know how much and how far
We would come, all the way
To here, thirteen years after
Having stood sweating and terrified
And elated and thrilled right
Through with the thought of you.
And how could either of us known
On that day how the whorls of
Life would take us to today,
Three boys and wonderful chaos
And all of it born in the
Setting hook of one conversation
In the spark of something long
And sustaining and warming to
The core. No flash in the pan
Us. No, somehow we must have
Known then what we could be,
What we are now. Together we
Are more than I have ever dreamt
Of, and you, my ever-love, with
Your smile and the light of you,
The embodiment of the promise
Of that first conversation.
Who knew exploratory tendrils of
Small talk could change the course
Of a man's heart irrevocably and
So much for the better.
Love,
Todd
