"Fourth Night"

On the fourth night, I started counting down winters,
looking back at each for a marker that I could remember....

Three nights with you had never seemed to be enough, yet that was
all we allowed.

The fourth night was for recovery, unpacking and trying to remember all
that had been said, and done, in that short time.

If a year passed in between, it was a day. If a day passed that we didn't think to speak,
I thought of you, and those times, and looked forward to the next.

On the fourth night, I opened everything up, and tried to sort it all out.

Those winters we have checked off. Those years that we have let escape us, yet held onto.......

I've held onto them.......

Those fourth nights......

We created a record of them, and then some........