The first moment we locked eyes, I knew my future.

I wanted it all, when before I wanted none of it.

I wanted the last name, the last breath, the last embrace.

I wanted the first touch, the first kiss, the first gentle, sweet

good morning after tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

I wanted the weight of a band on my finger, the long slow days

after the cake slice and the rice has fallen, and there is just us

and the days of just living, just being, and to hold his hand

when there would be no more distance, no more ‘maybe-someday’,

but a today, and a tomorrow, and a future walking, running,

flying towards me for a long string of years of blissful, sweet simplicity

and a yes, a tomorrow, and a promise of forever.