She Don't Know Where I've Been

I watched her from a distance before we were a thing. I've seen us

in the future wearing wedding rings. Although I'm always right beside her, she don't know

where I've been. I remember in the ocean, under Costa Rican sun,

Batchawana beach, watching Ziggy run. Whistler Mountain, Lake Louise, Chevy van and

hugging trees. Zipline round volcanoes, hiking in the snow. Kayak on Superior

in the full moon's glow. Prospecting for driftwood, feather shells and stones.

Rocking in the sheets and rolling her sweet bones. I stand in

admiration, in my mind she is my queen. Though I'm always