To start the day with frigid tears in eyes.
This month we would celebrate our first kiss,
alone, yet either of us are remiss
to wrap this celebration with our sighs.
A rain soaked road we met in the middle,
embraced and interlocked we stood so still,
these bodies where the rain gutters would fill
we melted into a run-off puddle.
The coffee barely overcomes the pills
in lucid memories of my children's smiles
to miss the joy of you in pregnancy.
A wound far beyond our medical skills,
our memory lost in paperwork piles,
an inkling of our anniversary.