The History We Left Behind

A Poem

Photo by Anastasiya Lobanovskaya from Pexels

your hand held mine
as we stood at the threshold
of something that was bigger than us —
our tiny sphere spinning
out of control,
too fast for us to know
which way was right
and which was wrong

you looked over, sly,
giving me that grin I loved
while I tried not to weep —
our days winding down
to a whisper
of meaning too profound
to be said aloud,
our promises sacred

did we choose well?
did we reach the stars?
maybe the door we chose
led to twisted paths —
but we were together,
a team — united —
and nothing could sway
the vows we made

your hand held mine,
and I grasped tighter,
using you as an anchor
in this spiral of noise
called our life —
and wherever we went
we would know
we’d given our all