Here's to the years

a short poem about time shared between people

 

Here's to the years

 

All can envy me,

as I sit here and watch you with the moon.

In awe; your smile lights up the darkest of rooms

I ponder how the years went by.

The tears we had to cry,

and for that, my shoulders are no longer mine.

Nor my heart.

Or my eye's...

Author's Note

on reading what impression did you get of the 'my shoulders are no longer mine'