Here’s to Her

Black carbon debris drenched in white milky foam, exposed a stone foundation, the timbers are bare-hugging the electric wires, I sat Indian-style with my head down floating upon my own pity dark eyed.

Here’s to Her 

White bright lights pinched in tight silky bloom, exposed a tone temple, the whispers are bear-hugging my electric wires, You saw me for who I was with your head held high walking on clouds.

Here’s to Her

I grabbed her hand! 

Here’s to Ours, we still have remained one since that day.