little did we know, they say
and little they know now
but embarking, climbing together,
they go, they make their way.
from two shipwrecks, to fresh paint
conscious gamblers chancing
new fortunes against old gains.

there has been talk and fumbled guessing
neither leaves with gambol, young
aware of a damage done by the damage
aware the damage might not be undone.

pressure coats their fated beginning
something new, yet borrowed; old
pressure to be weathered jointly
guilty hatches, battened down.

they aren’t blind
nor deaf, nor dumb;
hand-holding is not enough.
but hand in hand they go, they climb
past the pitfalls of last love.

as for this love –
it was always inevitable
they look back and agree
just each other, for each other
nothing else they could ever have been.