Passover

Passover

I’ve been passed over.
Thank God, the past is over.
I’m on the verge of freedom.
Oh, but I remember now.
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And this year, after years of rote racing of the same story,
We ate a simple meal, read poetry,
And then I read you mine,
And you were moved.
And I remembered,
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And you kicked me out,
But that didn’t stop us.
Here we are, 13 years,
And still kissing, thank God, on Passover.

This poem was published as a part of Look Ma! No Hands! If you dig it, please support the author, and grab a copy!

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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