i still wonder how it happens
that two small particles — you and I —
two breathing bits of energy and life
shine for the same short minute
and inch of space in the night sky
and how we found our way to collide
trajectories pausing to unite
so we burn a little brighter
cast the gleam a little farther
and if you hold my hand tight
we’ll fade out but still fly —
two sparks, one ash, one light.
Happy four years, my love.