Now Together

It's not the stuff of poems
of tension
Or waiting at the gate.

The heaviness that followed me
and decades of disappointment
and declaring
Every chapter left hanging on an almost (led to almosts)
Poems were the way I waited.
For him. 
I needed poems to tell me again.

It was how I retrace.

How pleased I am. 
How brought to my man.

Now the goodness knits to me.
Like a pledge.
Like bread already baked.