On The First Of Many Anniversaries

a year has passed
one year
since we chose this path
an empty promise to ourselves

a year has passed
one year
since we started this game
an innocent whisper to ourselves

it seems to long
and you say we've changed so much

a year has passed
one year
since we imagined this day
a pretty painting of ourselves

it seems so long
and you say we've changed so much

a year has passed
one year
but the scenery still looks the same
and I'm still here

I'm always here.

by Kim McInnis

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Nice poem!
another McInnis in this poem