218 - Growing 'Home'

I remember
December 1st

Unceremoniously celebrating 31 days of uncatastrophes.
Sitting outside an interior space station
our winter coats shed and
two dollar warm grilled cheese in brown napkins.
our kisses still tentative.

How far we've come
how many things have been said since then
how many caresses and looks
how many words, typed, written, said, whispered, yelled.
The sheer amount of things we've shared since
the things we knew we had to talk about
the days, nights, we had to face
days - weeks - of silence.
How far we've come.

and yet still
two giggling children clenching to toasted bread and
stealing glances
stealing kisses.