Anniversary

When words stop, music begins
Where the world stops, she begins

I walk through crowded roads
Selling my wares to make a nickel
I rest in an empty home
The Nickel beside me,
While she walks
Through crowded roads
Earning her nickel

Words stop where music begins
This poem started where I missed her,
Its been a year since we've been engaged
Seems like a blink of an eye

Mine not hers,
Her eyes are for more
Worthy metaphors than the ones
Her Husband peddles!