Typewriter Series #2755 by Tyler Knott GregsonTo my love,...

Typewriter Series #2755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

To my love, @sarahlinden on our wedding day.  Here’s to our life together.  Let us begin….now.

All I am and all I’ve been is words, hundreds of
thousands of words by now, millions of letters
hooking to millions of others, shaping and becoming
something to someone, somewhere, to you,
wherever you were when you first found them.  
On this day, I am wordless, empty mouthed and fumbling,
on this day, I am the hollow space where they  once were,
on this day I am one thing, only,  and it is awe.  

Do you know how near I was to giving up, do you know
how heavy the weight became?  I forgot my feet, forgot the world
beyond them, lost was not lost enough, and so I, a man of words,
couldn’t invent a new one to define how deep I had sunk.
Somewhere, scattered and moving, you were the light above the
surfaces I fell beneath.  Some pinprick from miles down, I knew if I could
just rise, that light would grow, if I could only float, for a moment
just a moment, I’d find my strength again, and swim to you.  
Of all the reasons we had to abandon this hope, one remained, only one,
and so I tied myself to it like the last piece of mast after the storm destroyed
the hull.  Light will come, I said over and over, and let the current carry me.  

Here we stood, half circle out beyond us, parentheses like those that
frame your smile, and promised  that no thing could again come between us,
here we stood and said husband, said wife in a voice I didn’t know
lived inside this throat.  I believed so long that we would come to this,
my god I believed so very long.  I will call myself yours over and over until
you hear it in every tone of every voice I possess, I, the man of words,
wordless but for your name,  and so I will repeat it until it feels
as real as it should.

After all of this, we made it, and I will close my eyes
this night knowing, I kept the very first promise
I ever made to you.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-