We were married in a pool of winter sunlight.
Warm and unexpected,
a gift in a dark season.
Too young to know we should have gathered the sunbeams,
we broke the glass instead of filling it with gold.
We carried the darkness with us
over the threshold
and into ourselves.
Ahh.
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