Vows

The Brooklyn winds are cold
sometimes
but the Brooklyn love
moves oceans
and lands
and weathers the storm
like it was inevitable.

I saw your faces
on the screen
so happy
like little kids
like this was the first day
and a million more would come
each better than the next
and every one was yours.

I don't know if there is
forever
but if there is
it always belonged
to you.