Our First, Last, and Only

We circled at least three times, we were lost,

No leg room with music we loved to hate,

At this rate, we must make it at all cost,

On a cold, wet, cloudy day. We were late.

Always traveled in search for a sign of,

A peace of mind as substitutes for love,

Snared in the quest for life like a fine wine,

Never occupying the same space at one time.

Fancy free in comfortable attire,

Inconveniently posed, smiles are not liars,

A family photo that took years to take,

A twenty-eight-year delay worth the wait.

It is our first, last, and only picture,

To commemorate our time Together.