A lighthouse does not shine every day,
only when the fog is thick
and the storm is rough;
once the waves subside, it returns
dormant and dark.
I regret not having this knowledge
the night you stumbled upon my shore.
I realize now how one can leave their home,
yet always keep it with them.
I have learned one can fall madly in love,
yet still keep precious places sacred
for those most dear.
We have become only each other,
like children before the war,
offering momentary reprieve,
then release. The remembrance of a precious home
created in the cup of childhood.
This is how it was suppose to be.
We were not molded for the
hardship of daily existence,
we were created for relief,
for a relapse of innocence,
the comfort of old friends and first loves.
“Ever After” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).