i woke up
next to you
and you kissed me
and said,
“let’s go get you 
a coffee
and a cigarette.”

one of the first nights
in our new found
temporary home.
we watched 
fireworks 
off the balcony
standing in our
underwear.
after the finale
we walked to the
7 day store
and bought ourselves
ice cream.
it was gone
before
we made it back.

we weathered
our first hurricane 
together.
sat outside 
under our porch awning 
getting drunk
on sailor jerry 
and the cheapest wine
we could find.
it ended up
as only a drizzle.
but, boy, what a metaphor.