These Are the Days
by Alyssa Davis
It was really the perfect snow.
The kind Angels pull from their wings,
So it has just a little more fluff.
The soft frozen bits of water stuck to your hair,
While you laughed and the photographer tugged your dress.
We searched 12 dress shops for the perfect one,
And when we got there yours was hiding in the corner,
Smushed by the flashy-er bigger white gowns.
The dress was classy and understated.
Just like you.
The DJ made a joke that you wore the pants in the relationship,
And everybody laughed and agreed.
I think he knew how strong you were by just looking.
It was the sparks of light in your eyes
He sang you the words while you danced on the floor.
Rocking you to the beat of the drums in the background.
Each spin made the silky fabric swing from your body,
And each time you smiled wider.
He held you with a reverence I had never seen.
As you danced I was given my first look at love,
And I found that love wasn’t broken bottles
And bruises below your eye,
But a soft touch and spinning on a dance floor.
I found that love wasn’t a slow song,
But one you can dance to and move your hips.
I found love might have slow low parts
But it has high crescendos with drums and symbols
and words that you know by heart.
I knew that love was something that can be seen.
It was the happiness in your eyes that I forgotten was there,
It was your laugh that started from way deep in your soul,
It was the way you didn’t stiffen your back when he touched you.
I felt myself being reborn in you.
I was rocking in your womb as you danced
And I was born into the place you wanted me,
A place where I was safe, and I could sleep with the door open.
A home that was filled with songs and too many dances to count.
A house that smelled like mashed potatoes and gravy,
With nutmeg apples baking in a pie.
It had fires that burned low while countless Scrabble games were played
And scrapbooks filled with smiles and trips to the zoo.
I slowly started to not fear the other shoe dropping,
But there were nights I still cried myself to sleep.
I still had days that brought storms and black clouds,
But this time the clouds had linings you traced with glitter.
Along with a note in my lunch that said you loved me.
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