44 months

44 months
Doesn’t seem so long
Not so scary.
I still love our song.

As Fitzgerald put it
You’re my green light.
You’re my shooting star
Not just in the night.

Times can get hard
I hog the bed
I wind you up
You bite my head.

But 44 months
Passes with ease
Doesn’t seem like too long
At least not to me.