Zero <br />Here in your hand <br />Is card number zero <br />This is the prologue <br />This is the introduction <br />Whatever you want to call it <br />It is only the beginning <br />And like our relationship <br />There will be more to come <br />One would hope <br /> <br />One <br />It was that day <br />January the first <br />The trickling rain <br />Its knowing hiss <br />We took shelter <br />Under the big apple <br />The big white apple <br />I asked you a question <br />With the touch of a button <br />Smilingly, you said yes <br />And for a moment <br />It was only us <br />Only the two of us <br /> <br />Two <br />Our midnight dance <br />The clock struck twelve <br />Loud cheers from the crowd <br />The sky, painted with colours <br />I held you up so you can see <br />The beauty of the starless sky <br />The fireworks draped across <br />The Eye paints the scene <br />You and I, and the sky <br />That makes three <br /> <br />Three <br />A kiss on the cheek <br />Music in our ears <br />Cries of the friend of a friend <br />I’m leaving, she said <br />So she didn’t stop <br />We sat there, unsure <br />Unsure of anything <br />But ourselves <br />And in the room <br />There were four <br /> <br />Four <br />There it was <br />A small heart <br />Just one heart <br />Each, one half <br />Both, connected <br />Two makes one <br />One makes us <br />And there it was <br />Our fingers <br />Five on five <br /> <br />Five <br />In reflections, under the light <br />The smell of something new <br />We waited for it <br />Mirrors and lights <br />Amidst them we stand <br />We look at each other <br />And we smile again <br />Close together <br />Till we part again <br />Six days later <br /> <br />Six <br />Hi there, pill <br />It’s card number six <br />One of sixth of the first <br />The final day of that week <br />That amazing week <br />Amidst the books <br />You rested on me <br />You looked at me <br />I was barely awake <br />We talked, we teased <br />It was cold <br />You said it was cold <br />The morning slipped in <br />And then <br />It was time to go<br /><br />Jay M. Johar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zero-to-six-in-seven-postcards/
