Seven Years
by Lisa Cole

Around 1998 you literally pull me back from the icy depths of hell, renewing my life.

Around 1995 I hold the strength of your beliefs as I fight my way back to you.

Around 1997 I almost die of cancer. You hold me and tell me that the truth will save us.

Around 1994 I meet you for the first time. Your sarcasm and wryness is overwhelming, but I see passion enveloped in your eyes.

Around 1999 I almost lose you. I look into the face of another man, but I know it is you because you give me sunflower seeds.

Around 1996 you almost shoot me against your own will. It is only our strong bond and the truth between us that saves me.

Around 2000 you tell me I am your touchstone. I slide my fingers over your lips in a silent promise of our inevitable future.